A higher place

I did a worry rag out of my personal stash earlier in the year. 

Mindless stitching that resulted in a wretched mess. 

This morning, I sat with it—no music, no radio, no TV, just stillness—and started removing all those pointless stitches. Good progress was made and I took the time to assess my place in the day rather than let the uncontrollable bullshit set my course.

These bits and pieces have been with me a long time. I don't want to waste them.

Colin is becoming quite the chef.  I don't think I ever garnished anything in my life. Fresh chopped green stuff.

Chicken Parmesan made without mozzarella cheese and chicken thighs instead of breasts. Eating what's in the pantry and freezer these days.