Another day of muscle pain and distraction, or rather what my doctor, who called in late last night, described as [a word I can’t remember right now, a synonym of ‘splitting’; she used a more technical psychiatric term]. Chl came before that. Her PMT was in overdrive, but she’s always a delight. Today her radiant beauty was enhanced by two equally delightful Tupperware containers full of milanesas. My freezer is packed: bread, milanesas, stew. What more could I ask for in life?