I’m procrastinating. It is four thirty and I should be preparing dinner, getting a headstart before the house becomes full and everyone is under my feet complaining of impending starvation. But I am procrastinating. I haven’t quite formulated a plan of what to make yet. Have you seen that meme? The one about adulthood basically consisting of deciding what’s for dinner every night for the rest of your life? Gosh, I feel that meme deep in my soul.
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