typing hurts, and other stories

A co-worker's husband has a role in Julie And Julia! He's one of the chefs that Julia stands next to at cooking class in Paris. It was fun to hear about that today and I'm totally jealous. I've tried to convince each of my boys to attend the culinary school at which he works to no avail. Alas, I do believe Youngest will disappoint me too.
And, speaking of Youngest: K and I are going to take him out for a celebratory shake tomorrow after his last day of class. That would be the class which we were somewhat disappointed with but also the class in which he realized how much he likes working with packaging. I'd also mention that he totally got the hang of navigating mass transit, on his own, and became comfortable traveling in the city. If nothing else, I'm very pleased that he has achieved this level of independence.
I messed up at work today which mortified me, of course, but this time I tried hard to be a little easier on myself and, though he let me know he was aggravated by my mistake, my boss was pretty good about it all.
I took a detour on my way to the office the past couple of mornings and I'm hoping to get some pictures of it tomorrow to show you.
K is beside me reading me the foreword to Mastering The Art Of French Cooking. I see many wonderful dinners in my future - once it cools off a bit...but for now, it hurts my finger to type.