|Cooder is pretty comfortable now, hanging out.|
*(Y'all know the great Smog song, Let's Move to the Country?)
It is not a good sign that the holiday eating frenzy has barely begun and I have already stopped eating sensibly. Yesterday's grazing included buttered toast, black licorice, chocolate & caramel covered butter cookies, honey mustard pretzels, and who knows what else. On the other hand, perhaps I can take this realization as a time to slow down before the multitudes arrive, the intense cooking begins, and more nutritional mayhem is the order of the weekend.
The next day. Sometimes the little things are difficult to complete. I wrote this yesterday and yet, somehow, could not push publish.
|Worship at the heat altar.|