Labor Day 2006

<--Spanakopita (spinach pie)


It's Labor Day and I've pretty much done nothing but work! And, strangely enough, I've enjoyed every second.

The cooking frenzy that began on Saturday continues. Spaghetti sauce. Spinach lasagna. Caesar salad with grilled chicken breast. Homemade tomato soup. Chocolate chip cookies. A strange concoction made with chicken, cauliflower, zucchini, noodles, and Cavender's Greek Seasoning that I'm not entirely sure I'd repeat.

The kitchen looks like Emeril, Mario, and Rachael Ray had bar fight in there. I'm thanking God right now for my dishwasher. (And I'm not even one of those gotta-have-a-dishwasher women.)

The most amazing thing about this weekend, however, is the writing. Words have been pouring out of me the last two days. Ideas that had been only the faintest glimmers of . . . something came to life out of nowhere yesterday. I sat down, positioned my fingers over the keyboard and the words flowed. I couldn't have stopped them if I wanted to. People I had never met, never thought about, never known existed appeared on my screen. I swear they leaped from fingers to screen w/o any help from me.

It's been years since I've felt this exhilarated, so--I guess the word is fertile. I don't know what it's all about--the weather? the time of year? the chocolate chip cookies--but I'm going to ride with it as long as it lasts.