Not much to report. Writing continues. Weather is full of suck.
Mike has REPOTTED HIS NORFOLK PINE. It’s not quite heroic but the damned thing’s 6 foot and it will no longer bite me in the neck the next time he feeds me dinner. But it’s where it will still get lots of light.
I’m thinking about trying to make congee. Or something else that I can make in one pot. That Martha Stewart one pan pasta meal was fricking awesome, and fast. I think there might be one more meal of it in the fridge.
I’m trying to unplug from normal breakfast choices. I could have stew for breakfast, nothing wrong with that. And I shouldn’t but I’m gonna make more coffee.
I should probably eat some breakfast and unload the dishwasher.
