Nutmeat of Leave

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I was so determined to do something today. I put in a load of laundry. I had an enormous bunch of leeks that I bought in a moment of optimism before I got sick, bag of potatoes ditto, and a large container of broth, of unknown provenance, that was in the freezer and needed to be taken out and used. So I cleaned and chopped up the leeks, some onions, and some potatoes, and made a large pot of soup. I made the bed nicely, because I figured the Sparrowhawk would need a nap eventually, and it seems much more soothing to climb into a smooth well-made bed than flop into a tangled nest of rumpled blankets. In my opinion, anyway. At that point, I ran out of gas and became strangely light-headed and feeble and had to sit down and have a cup of tea. The Sparrowhawk brewed it for me, and then went to take that nap. He is still suffering. He is enjoying his jello, however. We had soup for supper. I am disappointed in it. The broth had an odd flavor, almost a hint of bitterness. It is something I feel sure I remember, but although it is at the tip of my nose, I can't put a name to it. I wonder if this is broth from a fowl that I tried to make gluten-free stuffing for. Gluten-free baked goods taste bitter to me. Covid has never taken away my sense of smell or taste, but I do feel that this time around, it has affected my sense of taste in a way that it never did before. My mouth has tasted odd throughout, and no amount of tooth-brushing fixes it. And certain things have tasted a bit off. So maybe it's partly that. Disappointing, but acceptable. That's a pretty good all-around description of my current condition!