Some days manage to beat you down not because they were filled with the bad, but simply because they were filled to the brim. Today, a Monday, was one of those days. That is why I am sitting in my flannel Scottish Terrier pajama pants and fuzzy red robe on my couch watching “Hoarders” and eating a bowl of cereal rather than enjoying a warm meal.
I think everybody, even those people who are so dedicated to their craft of cooking that they need it like air, have a cereal and pajama night every once in a while. Tonight is my night.
Tomorrow, I hope to find something inspiring to say and something tasty to eat as both are lacking at the moment. One has been lacking more often than the other.
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