King chef


I've just reviewed all the old posts. Three years ago wow! I guess the journey must continue...somehow. Im alone in the house now. Its just me. I can't hear my own voice. Its been years. Ah Tori Amos. Memories of the cabin are beautiful and I remember all that food. I've given up restaurants. Im trying well I've considered trying to, make this shell of a family home my little purple cabin in the woods. I've been avoiding the next step...allowing progress to crumble. I sleep too much. Work toooooo much. Dream too little. I can't cook anymore. No really I'm amazed how much I suck at it now. Cooking is longer and more labor intensive then I expected. Time to try again? I've got a pantry full of possibilities now but find it daunting. My sleep patterns are off. A mountain of work here and at work x2 awaits. Time to start again. Start what? Or maybe its finish what I started. Its 525am. I killed the night sleeping. What a waste. Get up and do the dishes. Do something. No point in going back to sleep.