One thing about being so busy is not getting to eat, and by that I mean not getting to think about food, look through recipes, spend afternoons on rising bread or putting together stuff like potato salad or black bean chip dip.  I think about food sometimes, always with wist (frittatas and curries and gyros), and then do not make anything.  Remember instead those other things I have to do, and work on them.

Being forced to tell God exactly what you think is a good thing.  Even if it’s “You have shit plans for me.  Your plans are a load.”  Which is what I said, this morning.  I feel a little better.

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