In the past week I have been offered the following free food: strawberry cheesecake ice cream frozen with liquid nitrogen, oven fresh cookies (twice), and even a tall frosty beer. People are always surprised when you tell them you can’t really take it. I mean, I did eat the ice cream, because who else was going to, you know? The cookie maker offered to let me take whatever I wanted, and I watched her put baseball-sized pieces of dough onto cookie sheets. Instead of taking cookies I bought a couple to share in the office.

Yesterday I went back to the cookie store. The clerk said, “Hey, you’re not working on a story today, so I can give you free cookies.” It was a nice gesture but I insisted on paying.

I spent most of the day in the office working on several projects simultaneously and making little bits of progress on each. But I didn’t finish any of them.

We had a quiet party for Emily, a photo tech who is leaving to become a pastry chef. Our two photo techs have been rock solid, doing a much more important job than is recognized. It’s always a little scary when we lose one but so far the new guy seems capable.

Then off to a local high school for a girls basketball game. The girls on both teams seemed pretty small and young, but it was halfway through the first quarter when I realized I was shooting the JV game. The varsity had played earlier.

And there’s the day for you.