Okay, I don't think it's possible for me to go a week without cooking. Not really. Unless I'm on vacation, at a resort, in a room with no kitchen. This week came close, though, and I think it's added to my overall jitteriness.
I'm going into culinary withdrawal. I need a fix. [Fade to tattered, unshaven Prince Valiant, crawling across the Mojave, reaching toward the shadow of circling vultures, and croaking out, "Oil. Oil. Extra virgin olive oil."]
This has been a preparation week. We're going on a dive excursion this weekend—Cozumel for four days—and we're taking Girlchild on her first dive trip. What a fiasco. Never enough time to do everything.
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