Listened to my cd of Puccini's Turandot (great recording with Sutherland, Pavarotti, Caballé and the London Philharmonic) while making grilled salmon with a pomegranate-citrus glaze and drinking Vinho Verde. Argued with the dogs about using their inside voice. Lost the argument. Ate by myself, as dogs seem to be harboring some opera-related resentment. Watched Jeopardy. Thoroughly enjoyed self.
And while am at it, allow me to mention that this sweet face? Is the face of a tyrant.