Three Realizations

1. It's really a pain to open a can without a can opener. Those ridiculous little things on utility knives that are called "can openers" are really just a form of frustration torture. It's also lucky that I didn't slip and open a major vein while trying to use said torture device.

2. I was completely remiss in deciding not to buy basil at the farmers' market. There is never a good reason to not have basil on hand when one has fresh tomatoes.

3. A good 85% of my fondness for Champaign-Urbana is a direct result of my fondness for the people I know/knew here. The fact that more than half of the people whose company I enjoy have left is going to mean that the remaining few will have to work overtime...