To cook well is the best revenge

[desperance]

As I was just saying in a comment, I have spent the last hour in the kitchen. There is a ferocious mutton curry simmering on the stove, beside a pot of boiling rice, beside a boiling ham; sourdough is rising on the counter, to be baked in the morning.

I may not actually want to eat anything, but, y'know. Cooking.

Now I have an open bottle of wine and a terrible urge to drown myself: which, as I am scared of deep water (on account of, y'know, drowning), I shall treat as a metaphor and drown my sorrows only.

I will see you on the other side. ("Of Jordan", I want to say, because I can't resist being clever - but that isn't actually the novel I'm not writing tonight.)