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Dec. 30th, 2006 01:24 amCoexisting with my low-lying anxiety over stuff I can't control is a deep peace and joy. Most days, most times, the joy wins. Today was one of those days.
Doesn't hurt that I got a lot of cooking and baking done today. A batch of toffee, two loaves of bread, a layered polenta bake for dinner, and I don't know what else. And the kitchen is clean, which is even more of a joy, because tomorrow, I really have to work on my project, and won't have time for much puttering before I go over to
stonebender's place.
I think a lot about my own death, always have. Lately, I've been feeling pretty satisfied that when I die, even if it's much sooner than I hope, I will have lived a pretty good life.
Doesn't hurt that I got a lot of cooking and baking done today. A batch of toffee, two loaves of bread, a layered polenta bake for dinner, and I don't know what else. And the kitchen is clean, which is even more of a joy, because tomorrow, I really have to work on my project, and won't have time for much puttering before I go over to
I think a lot about my own death, always have. Lately, I've been feeling pretty satisfied that when I die, even if it's much sooner than I hope, I will have lived a pretty good life.