The antsiness (Is that a word? Is now.) displayed in my previous entry was about to come to a head as it was long past time for Jessie to eat lunch and I didn't want to go anywhere until something -- anything -- was done off my to-do list. Finally, I asked her if there wasn't something that she could fix here at my apartment. That wasn't exactly a realistic request. Outside of pork-and-beans and PB&J, my pantry is often bare.
However, as I kept knocking out overdue projects, she disappeared into the kitchen. A bit later, we sat down to fried chicken breasts, rice & gravy, beans and bread. It was a Sunday feast, for sure, and it all came from my kitchen. That's some sort of miracle, I think. With the meal -- and the shorter to-do list -- a calm came over the day. It's relaxing now. I can rest a bit. Life is, for just a short moment, as it should be.