Where the day went: went it well?

[desperance]

There's a consolation in making retrospective lists, I find, as much as there is pressure in making lists to-do. More pressure is the last of everything I need; so today, I have:

Created a chilli out of braised beef ribs, along with the beans that I first soaked and then boiled in their stock, plus sizzled onions and carrots and celery and half a jar of vegetable juice in lieu of tinned tomatoes;

Broken down a duck carcass, salted and herbed its pieces rubbingly, rinsed them off and sealed them individually in vacuum bags, and set them to cook sous-vide for five hours;

Shopped heroically for wine and vegetables*;

Run two loads of laundry through the washer and the dryer to the bed;

Filled, run and emptied the dishwasher;

Watered the garden and angsted over half the plants thereof;

And written some. Not much, nowhere near enough, but some at least. I want to write more, I want to write more now; but it's important sometimes to stop and make lists that you can tick off in their entirety. Also, m'wife's come home, so.


*For the purpose of this discussion, bacon is a vegetable, 'k?