New post it says. Nowadays I can count on my fingertips the new things. A new thing and the devastation trailing it.
My house hasn't been cleaner in recent months. The red beetle vacuum cleaner of a machine is my favourite in the house. I tag it along where ever I find things to delete. Includes emotional baggage and memories. Maximum suction power, gobbles everything with the slightest groan unheard of.
Then there is Lolita doing the rounds. I can't believe I could flip through a book, morning, day and night.
The cooking. I am proud of myself. Natural herbs, greater variety, more spices. Chicken, fish, fried, steamed. I am Reverend Mother's ginger-smelling hands.
It's getting dark here. There is sunshine elsewhere.
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