Caribou of Bluster

[ismo]

The sun came out this morning, and I arose in a halo of possibly unwarranted optimism. This was after spending yesterday hubcap deep in a pothole of gloom. I contemplate afresh the idea that what ails me is mostly being too tired. Maybe I needed a day of napping and doing nothing. I felt a lot better this morning for sure. I dreamed that it was summertime again, and I had prepared a big picnic, with a roasted chicken, potato salad, fresh bread, and a charcuterie board. I had called up Tron to ask her if I should make her a chicken sandwich or a salami and cheese sandwich. I felt happy in my dream, which hasn't happened in awhile. I didn't get to the store, so I had to make another ad hoc meal--chicken and mushrooms with sour cream, a coconut-ginger rice mix that I had on hand, and just some lettuce and celery for vegetables. Last night it was leftover pork loin with some frozen vegetables I found in the freezer. I turned this into a decent stir fry by adding the remnants of a bunch of bok choy and some soy sauce and oyster sauce. Sadly, tonight I sliced my left index finger while peeling carrots. And then decided I didn't want the carrots anyway because I had too many last night. So I have a big bloody bandaid on my finger, and it's impeding my typing speed, and I'm going to stop for now.

Comments

the indignity

[siriosa]

betrayed by a vegetable: after everything you've done for (and to) them.

[oracne]

Owww!