It was that sort of day, really.
I woke up, rolled over, and did something diabolical to my shoulder. This should have been an omen.
Breakfast was plum crumble, and definitely a high point, and the morning (which involved several rounds of going up and down stairs, hooray, GCC steps!) wasn’t too bad. But yoga was cancelled, which was a real pity, because I’d been looking forward to trying to fix my shoulder with some good stretching…
By lunch, I was really hungry and absolutely ready for my cheesy pasta bake with greens. It smelled amazing coming out of the microwave. It smelled amazing when I dropped it upside-down on the floor, too, but by that point I wasn’t so inclined to eat it.
So I went across the road to the university (more steps, at least), and bought lunch at the café there. It was lovely, but it wasn’t cheesy pasta bake…
The afternoon was one of those days where it’s almost impossible to stay awake. By the time I got home, the idea of figuring out dinner was too painful to contemplate. Which means we get to revert to my almost-takeaway dinner special: chicken duets with broccoli and cheese, pasta, and tomato sauce, this time with baby squash and onions and zucchini flowers, because we have some and vegetables are good for humans.
And maybe, if we are very good, we will have ice-cream and strawberry sauce for dessert. But if so, you will simply have to imagine it, because I’m closing off this post now and going to do my singing practice.
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Two years ago: Ancient Roman Inferiority Complex
