getting comfortable

Today at lunch, Ann said "anyone want my croutons"?  Rhys said "yeah, I'll eat them". And I realized how comfortable we all are with each other. Last week Steve ate Rhys' soup. I've been known to consume the fried grease, the rice cracker type things that come with various dishes at our Vietnamese restaurant. And Douglas will eat the other fried grease, or wontons officially, from our Chinese dining establishment, that are passed up by someone. I'm not sure if we are family, or just hungry, but we seem to make sure all food is consumed.

Six months plus, I am also gradually getting a little more comfortable with the piano work, tools, the building cat, the espresso machine, and the ins and outs of Quickbooks Online. And the view, even with fog, continues to be enjoyed.