So far the restaurant fast is going okay. I kind of gave myself a concession today by getting lunch at the farmer’s market. The farmer’s market. Ah, this to me is such a breath of air in daytimes spent in cubicles. The weather was a warm and sunny 70 degrees. We procured our nibbles from various booths. M. always veers toward the bier sausage in a potato bread bun and I headed toward the raw food stand, selecting a slice of raw lasagna with butternut squash ribbons and sun-dried tomato tapenade. We sat and snacked on the grass watching children run around and kick a hill of pine cones. Yes, the farmer’s market will be my one delicacy and pleasure.