Yesterday was rainy off and on, great weather for the garden. I didn't have any cooking to do, really, and it wasn't that cool. I slept in anyway, because I had been up the night before reading The Hunger Games.

After lunch, Ray dropped me at the Writing Workshop and went to his office. Deb read a nice piece about riding the subway in Brooklyn when she was a child.

At home, I picked some lettuce (in the rain) and Ray washed it. I made a dressing and tore it up, plus the last of the spinach from the fridge, a big tomato, and some pieces of cheese and a can of beans. Took it to potluck. Enjoyed choir.

TV, bed, reading Catching Fire.