Sundries:

This morning, I ground brown sugar and spices in my mortar to break up the lumps and incorporate the flavors. Breakfast was alchemical.

I'm nervous about no work prospects yet.

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I have a great desire for pickles, just right now.

PS:

How many distractions can I line up, the instant I sit down to do some writing? What am I afraid of, getting somewhere? That I must go to so much effort to ensure that I cannot focus?

Win!