It’s funny how you really should take your own advice. I was just perusing the Republic website for no particular reason and found a piece of work that I really needed to read right now. Output. Success.
Output is a win.
Today was a good day.
I floated in a haze of solitude, punctuated by a nice little visit with Francoise across the street. We had a coffee and a smoke in her 1860′s-built home, and I got caught up on all the goss about our neighbors, and I got to know her better, and I got to practice my French. She brought me a rhubarb pie later in the day (she knows I’m alone), while I was belting out some of Mary J. Blige’s “One” with the guitar on my break from scheming.
It was good, the pie. I like pies, and I don’t recall this often enough to eat them.
Recipe time!
Speaking of eating, I made a winner of a dinner this evening. Started with three fat slices of tomato, half an avocado sliced nice and thin, into half-moons, and salad greens, with a lime squeezed over the whole lot. This entree kept me from starving while I was making my champion chicken soup. Lightly brown some mashed garlic, just quickly fry the chicken (over which lime is to be squeezed first) on top of it, then add water. Salt and pepper. Boil. Add shallots. Simmer. Stir. Simmer. Sip. Season. Add tomatoes. Simmer. Stir. Sip. Season. Then in go the haricot verts, simmered and stirred, then finally the champignons. Simmer. Done. Two wee slices of six-grain bread topped it right off nicely. Happily eaten with a glass of jus d’orange. Lovely.
End recipe.
My retreat to the War Room today was a success. This is war, and I am a tiger.
I’m violating all of my past OCD time-wastage by putting up with an ugly spreadsheet. This is good because I’m focusing on the beef and not the bun. I made progress today, and I’m getting results, and I’m quite pleased with myself.
Tomorrow is another day and I advance my campaign. I need to start laying Plan C down, get Plan B in motion and continue to set up for the two-front all-out assault.
This is very exciting.
Later tonight, I do a bit more training before I go to bed. I’m not a whiz just yet, but I see myself moving forward and this is good.
Progress is a win.
Ups, that’s the laundry done. There are few things like household chores to provide a bit of clarity in an otherwise hazy period break.
