Blackwifeo is off at some drum circle, crystal worshipping, dawn sun embracing thing at the Dead Sea for a couple of days. So I was alone with the kids (H+J are not much kids any more). We made supper. The girl made a spectacular stir fry, with braised tofu, cauliflower, broccoli and green beans. It was really good. She made an excellent chilli last night. In all she has become a altogether competent chef. I made the salad and the boy cleaned up and did the dishes. We ate together, spoke and listened to Foxtrot on the kitchen speakers. All in all a special time. Bwo called during the meal, and I worked hard to make her feel as jealous as possible. Why not?