When I got home from work I had my first little delivery of organic produce waiting for me (see above)! How exciting! Instead of putting it away, like a sane tired person, I made myself a nice spinach bulghur casserole for dinner. Oh, it was glorious. I should have been baking a pie for an event at work tomorrow - I will do that tomorrow morning - but I was too anxious to eat some of that wonderful food.
And now I simply must go to bed. Sleep is something I cannot do without.
It spells HALT
These things an alcoholic should avoid. Because they spell big T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
On that note, I shall say Good Night, and God Bless.