Yesterday was a bad day. A "the world is a seed in an old, rotten apple; and then a bear comes and eats it" day. A "the glass isn't half-empty or half-full; it's a broken glass and I've been drinking from it" day. A "Trent Reznor and Annie Lennox singing dysfunctional duets in my head" day. A "now it's time to stop writing day because I have all these little errands clambering for my attention" day. A "I'd better not post things to the internet or a they'll send someone to collect me" day.
The new moon does that to me. Or else the pollen.
Surprisingly, I managed to saute mushrooms, onions, garlic and cubed free-range chicken breast in olive oil and nothing blew up or caught fire, and it was kind of tasty. Without a real recipe.
Not sure how that happened.