So I saw

A lolgraph with a made-up-stat (but probably not far from the truth, tbh) that there are a gazillion (not literally) blogs on line, of which very few are kept up to date at all, fewer are kept up to date, and a tiny minority are of any use at all.

This one is proud to be in the no use at all category. Which is broadly the category that I am feeling in at the moment, so the synchronicity has it.

I've spent today cleaning out kitchen cupboards, rearranging them so that none of the many people in the house can find anything and cooking. So far, I am pesto, pasta and half a lemon and chocolate tart down. I also have the ingredients for muffins and meatballs (although those would not go together at all) as well as spinach and feta parcels. Those will happen tomorrow, I feel.

I am cooking as displacement activity at the moment. I have spent too much time thinking over the last few weeks, and I have more thinking I could unprofitably do. So cooking takes more of my brainpower, and means I can't think so much other than what comes next. It's working for me. My brain wants a rest, so that I can go back to mindlessly reading something.

Erk, someone is coming. Will post.  ¶ 8:23 PM