I'm worthy of friends who treat me with kindness, understanding, patience, and affection. I know this because the best friends I have do just this for me, every day. I love them endlessly for it.

Made a gigantic batch of whole grain spelt pasta. Seared some chard and garlic to throw into the organic tomato sauce. One little brave mushroom from my kit in the basement.

Second beer doesn't sound so appealing, now.

But the first one got me here. Thanks, beer.

Now if I can jut make myself do my hip stretches/exercises before bed, I'll be, like, fully functional. Or something.