And. And. And.
It was time for some therapy. And since I'm without a car tonight and can't go shopping for books, I retreated to the kitchen, wherein magical things happen. And even if I'll still be tired at the end of the night, at least I won't be hungry.
And honestly, I do feel better. There's something about the prep work of cooking, about deciding that what this dish really needs is mushrooms. There's something about a KitchenAid mixer, and about the feel of soft cookie dough in my fingers, and about the delightful way cookies line up on a baking sheet. You can't be sad when you pull a perfect tray of cookies out of the oven.
|And, of course, an oven that works helps too! (It's so shiny.)|
All in all, I feel better. Plus, I'm full of cookies. So there can't be anything wrong with that.
I may just be ready to face Friday. Especially since the last Food Truck Friday of the season is tomorrow!