Had a frustrating day today. Or maybe it was just weird. I spent the entire day fixing the work of people who make more money than I do, and they don't seem to care about the needless mistakes that they make. I guess they figure us minions will clean up their mess. In the midst of all this work (for which I am truly grateful, even on days like this), I heard that the man who laid me off last year has been laid off himself. He's put his house on the market and is probably heading out of town. I didn't feel schadenfreude, I didn't really feel anything. I felt sorry for other co-workers who have now lost their jobs, though most have other opportunities facing them.
I made up for any discomfort, though, by heading out to a home-cooking/soul food place for dinner, where we had dessert first (handmade peach cobbler) and dessert last (still-warm-from-the-oven buttermilk pie). In between was a great plate of fried catfish and shrimp with cabbage/collard greens and coleslaw. Forget music, that buttermilk pie -- with a drizzle of heavy cream on top -- had the charms to soothe this savage breast this evening.