Oh yeah

I was supposed to make a list and accomplish something this weekend. Bugger.

Yesterday I did make a really fucking delicious dish of chicken braised in a ragout of mirepoix. And I went grocery shopping today. I suppose those count for something. Right?

I'm doing a little writing right now (and listening to Stevie Wonder, but the tasks are mutually exclusive, I assure you), and wondering if I should get some more beer and put some effort into the endeavor, or call it a night after this bottle and start again tomorrow.

Decisions. Decisions.