I didn't sleep very well. For that I blame this:
Thai Style Salad. An excellent way to hone those knife skills, learned back in January. Yet eating copious amounts of this mostly-cabbage mixture left me unsatisfied, despite the Ma Po Tofu accompaniment. I slept, but the leafy greens and fish sauce haunted me with vapid poppy store music, repeated endlessly in my head.
Today I'm wandering around the house, confused as to the time of day it really is thanks to a time change that I've yet to adjust to. The cats look worried. The housework watches. The writing waits. I'm taking it easy.