After the pulled pork sandwiches and Korean fried chicken and baked beans and Asian slaw and asparagus last night, all home cooked, all prepped in 30 minutes, with the pork oven roasted for three hours and the chicken fried in twenty minutes, it was time this morning to get up and see a patient in a psychiatric hospital and run three miles and eat leftovers and finish a story.
The horrible weather keeps me off the streets and indoors. Who needs this heat? Where’s the rain? The fifty degree temps?
Ironically, this might count for writing weather, but it’s also way overrated in terms of pleasure.
The chief thing to look forward to? The outline for a possible book on rice. That’s tomorrow. Tonight? Let’s hope Hibbert gets the passing game he needs!