Early this morning I was nearly awakened by a leg cramp, but I managed to have the wherewithall to flex it out before it fully gripped me.  Man, those are really awful.  Maybe it’s because I’ve just gotten back into running the last couple of days after a 2-week hiatus.  Maybe I haven’t been rehydrating properly.

Those of you who’ve given birth:  is being in labor kind of like having a charley horse of the uterus?  Is it that tight, painful, bound-up feeling?  I’ve heard it’s sort of like really bad menstrual cramps, which sounds manageable enough, but maybe I’ve never had menstrual cramps as bad as a charley horse or labor.

There’s not much that I love more than garden tomatoes, still warm from the sun.  I was telling Denny earlier that one of my favorite sensations is when I’m makin a caprese salad and I stir it with my hands, and I feel the cold fresh mozzarella and the warm tomatoes I just got from the backyard.

Is it gross that I stir it with my hands?  Spoons seem too rough.  Tomatoes are delicate.  I wash my hands before and after, with extra fervor because I got some really nice almond soap from Tait’s.

Last night we had panini capresi, which is a sandwich I invented that is basically a caprese salad on sourdough, with some grilled chicken and onions to round it out.  We had enough caprese salad left over that I had a delicious lunch of it.  It wasn’t quite as good cold out of the fridge as it was warm out of the panini maker, but still a lot better than one of my usual lunches.

To top it off, it’s peach season, and I had an excellent peach for dessert.  I should pick raspberries, too; there were a bunch on the giganto bush.

In non-produce-related news, our friend John was in town last night doing some recruiting and interviewing for his law firm.  For those of you who know them, his sister Shannon and her husband had a healthy baby girl, and John and Patty have learned that their fetus is a girl too.  I am thrilled for them beyond all thrilledness.