I was driving home tonight, and a thought about roads came to me. Followed by another thought, followed by a worldview, followed by characters. When I got to a stop light I scrounged for an envelope and a pen to scribble notes before they could get away.

I was afraid of what the writing would do, whether my brain wouldn't let that part free. But it's still there. And perhaps a bit stronger, with all this experience to work from.

That's great, Connie! I'm still not sure about that for myself.

And in "learning how to cook like a grown-up, baby steps edition" I discovered we do indeed have a garlic press, so I was able to add fresh garlic to the Hamburger Helper. It's weird what counts as progress.

Adding garlic is definitely progress. Full credit.

I am well aware of the joys of garlic. But I actually dared the produce section and dealt with actual plant parts instead of something from a jar or bottle. Though that jar of minced garlic in garlic juice looks promising.

At least you are not the idiot at Zara who said "You know what this top needs?"

Mmm, garlic.

The downside to my making-lunches-for-the-whole-week-on-Sunday ways is that I seem to have forgotten how to make one lunch for tomorrow. It just doesn't seem possible.

I do have deviled eggs. And cheesecake. And hazelnuts. Maybe if I have enough snacks I can count that as lunch?

Maybe if I have enough snacks I can count that as lunch?

Otherwise known as "working from home."

I always eat like that. Unless my mother feels guilty and worries about us getting pellagra or something.

If I did work from home I would roast some pork belly for lunch. Or make an omelet.

I don't think I can spin "I couldn't figure out what to make for lunch" into a legitimate reason to work from home tomorrow though.