Well, it's not work-work . . .

But I got most of the way through the essay I wanted to write on the Triple Soul. A little more than two thousand words of something productive, once I managed to get through the "too many processes running at once and the first blob that came out in words was somewhere in the middle" problem. I'm down to the conclusion, I think, and I may hate conclusions even more than I do opening paragraphs. So I'll sleep on it and maybe work on it more when I can get the gang's help and harassment.

Successfully nearly made something-in-garlic-sauce today; proportions a little off, but I didn't measure anything, so I expect that's to be expected. (I used a chicken-in-garlic-sauce recipe on beef, hence the "something".)

I need to be more productive with this week than I was last week.

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And it's good enough for me!