A rare instance of my favored WordPress software failing and eating a whole post with no backup. This is a sketchy reconstruction from memory and of course this time you can damn well bet I’ll cut it to the clipboard before trying to hit Publish again.

The waking was slow and delicious after eight straight hours, and took place between nine and ten in the morning, the interesting dreams lingering while the coffee brewed. A kind of minor miracle of perfection, which solved nothing, but made me happy to experience.

First time cooking black quinoa. And it was good.

First time cooking ‘cranberry’ beans, and it was a very nice experiment that went nowhere, since the pintos remain so basic and central–going nowhere is not a sin. Most of our lives is spent going nowhere, but if it tastes good then Alright.

A batch of rice soaked overnight for tomorrow.

The monsoon passed us by again, but speaking of tomorrow we’ve been promised an extended period of direct rainy hit then. Live bodies and dead soil hunger for the prediction of the oracle to be validated.