The day is only half over. What happens next?

Food, I think. When the grocieries came I put away te frozen perishable stuff, at about 10:30, then I browsed and puttered and wasted my time until 4:30 when I put away the rest of the stuff. I made a sandwich for my lunch then. No swim today, no letters, no cooking —NADA.

I’m not worth the paper I’m not printed on. Is there any point in trying again?

I do, though—try and cook. I started a bone broth soup to go overnight and a big pasta sauce (lots of Roma tomatoes). I don’t feel like eating. I can cook for oher people.