Coffee. Yoga.
It’s a familiar routine that is only slightly altered by including the drawing of the shoal sigil before each step.
Sunday was spent recovering from Saturday by being just as vigorous and single minded scrubbing the kitchen as I was going on a wild goose chase quest.
Sometimes “good eats” is a five course meal with something flaming and sugary for a dessert while dressed in finery that cost half of one’s yearly income.
Sometimes “good eats” is a cheap pizza shared with love and mirth in the middle of the floor.
Make the best of what you have, for no other reason than you have it, now.