Through adversity, we shall bake

I have, I realize suddenly, developed a habit of angst-baking. When I am none too comfortable and feeling anxious, I cook, and work on the kitchen. I am somewhat dismayed that this has not translated to sorting my belongings or painting, instead, because there is a limit to the amount of food that one house can hold. This is, however, why dinner tonight is fresh salad, spicy black bean, rice, and kale soup, and there will be fresh bread. Now to convince my brain that these efforts are better spent fixing garb, working on overdue commissions, or writing for pay.