Not bad, boys and girls.

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I am simply feeling better.  Psychic cohesion comes and goes.  As with a pendulum, the stopped position being preferable by comparison and analogy in this case, each swing brings me closer to a better situation.  When it stops, and I rest and repair, I will then... you guessed it, send the mass swinging again.  Only this time, perhaps, it will be used for productive efforts, not just mere survival.  Better, yes, much... and improving.  Oh, certainly, I thank God both vocally and quietly, now and then.  No, I don't thank God for easing my pain.  I suffer with a gladness.  No, I think God for, as I heal, the opportunity to do other works.  Grateful, true, but pain relief and health isn't the point.  Given all the givens and how little that really means in my case, mind you.  No, no grump in there, at all.  It's just good to shift efforts from time to time.

I cooked the local quinoa.  I did it just by itself, as I wanted to test this quinoa alone, to know if it is good enough.  It is.  It is grown in Idaho, strangely.  Like I said, it is gray, not golden.  I could see how, if you are used to this or that, the color might be offputting.  I just don't generally have much of a weakness to that sort of thing.  It tastes just as good.  It is slightly, but just slightly, cheaper.  I would like to get a bag of that for storage.  I want to see how long a bag will last, then check shelf-life.  If it lasts two years, which I don't think it does, even when sealed and with an oxygen absorber, then I could buy one or two twenty five pound bags.  This stuff is excellent eating.  Oh, but I don't think I will soak it anymore.  I will soak the 9-grain, whole rice, lentils and other beans.  I found out what gets so mushy in doing this on it's own.  Quinoa really gets startchy or... something like it.  Much like sticky rice.  Too much.  Maybe because it is a seed?  Anyway.  That's fine.  I'll soak the others and then just rinse/wash quinoa, then cook it all together.  It's not horrible this gooey, it just isn't my favorite.  I like quinoa with a bit more bite.  I like all of it with a bit more bite, but the rest of it has that even after soaking.

I ought to get dishes finished.  Just a few to dry and fewer to wash.  The towels are more than ready.  Then a bath.  My feet are heading toward good.  It's still off and on.  But between the soaking, scrubbing, and slathering, they are improving.  It was getting so bad that just standing took contortions just to not writhe in pain.  I bet, at the doc's office, they didn't even notice.  I am good at hiding extraordinary pain.  And I was most definitely in it, save when seated.

Loverly, boys and girls.  Ah, for your... good behavior?