Getting by on getting high on cooking, words and wine

[desperance]

I am not so much having a good day today. I am seemingly still sick, in that annoying way that's practically without treatable symptoms but just leaves me feeling headachy and bleah, so I am doing nothing with the passing time. Still reading Raffles, but that's about it. Oh, and I made rillettes:



And I was going to bake a new kind of bread, but then I looked at how much time had passed already, and decided not to start it. And I took a letter to the mail, and decided not to go on to the library because walking a block to the mailbox was as much as I could manage. This is how we double-check ourselves: are we really sick? Can we really not walk a negligible distance? Very well then: back to the sofa we go.