A pleasant start.

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Plans are wonderful.  Often their construction is wasting time.  There are good reasons to plan, and a plan can help.  But everybody who has ever stepped out of planning phases and into the shit realizes, the deeper the more certainly, plans are sometimes the slow burn psych ramping which helps people talk themselves into trying the nearly suicidal.

Not today.  The plans are a rough roadmap, without enemy encampments, fortifications, land mines of any persuasion, or any real danger at all, mostly.  Boredom is worse than the others, in a different way.  Can't we haz a fews minz!?!  Oh well.  The plan is moving ahead, if it has already hit the first unanticipated fork, which was taken.  Food.

While not completely unforeseen, when where and what was undiscovered territory.  Nothing fancy, mostly.  Pretty jazzy for these digs, if that might be changing.  A salad.  Starting with three quarters quart of romain with raw spinach leaves for added punch, three sliced red radishes, six fifty cent to dollar sized slices of daikon radish, two sliced boiled eggs, four green onions diced,  half an avocado diced, a slice of bacon diced, a tablespoon plus half of cheddar, and similar amount of blue cheese dressing.  Keep portions of additions small.  Or that seems to work  for me.  Ah, forgot freshly ground black pepper.  Even if you can't taste it directly, it is missed, if in retrospect this time.

My favorite?  Not at all.  I can't eat just by favor.  Not a bad meal though.  And portioned down it will make an excellent side.  While I was at it, I processed the rest of the red radishes, green onions, and did some of the daikon radish... that isn't best to do too much in advance.  Heck yeah.  I hate tossing food yet so often...

A bit of a break then to dishes?  Hmm, I'll check laundry first, throw in another load while at it.  Would rather load the washer the old way, Drambuie!  Well, as a start.  I think I might get more done tonight.  Can hope.