Z did us a lovely Sunday roast for this, the Sunday dinner. He doesn’t always do a roast, but I’m down for one most any day of the week. I like the staple pyramid of meat-potato-carrot (with bonus Yorkshire), and plenty of gravy. I was extra pleased with the portioning, as it felt like there was just a smidge more all in. So I’m full, and feeling fairly cheerful. Yanno, raging headache out of nowhere aside, but considering that my existence is some degree of pain, it’s more just naming the current flavour. Considering that it could be super worse, like a fibro flare… I’ll take it.
Right, gonna go zone out a bit, and so on.