Good: Intentions, Food, Music, & Books

Everything was a GO before turning in last night. The list was made. Items ready to be checked off.  It would take about half the day. Didn't happen - none of it.  You know, 'good intentions' and all that.

I woke this morning and didn't feel like moving, so I covered up and drifted in and out of sleep.  Finally got up, had a coffee, checked the list and added one more item. Then looked outside. Cooler temperatures and gray sky added to my lethargic condition.

After a shower, I felt even more tired and congested (the pollen has been unforgiving) than when I went to bed last night.

Slug was the word of the day.  It's how I felt and performed.  Haven't left  the apartment for anything.

Put on some music, found frozen chicken that was a good candidate for freezer-burn and did a bit of cooking, making up the recipe as I hunted through cabinets for what was available and sounded like it might work; boneless/skinless chicken thighs, can of cream of chicken soup, sliced pepper jack cheese, diced Genoa salami, black olives, white wine, and breadcrumbs.  Does it sound disgusting?

As it baked, I sprawled on the couch to do some reading.  Or more properly, re-reading another of Heinlein's books and a favourite I've not read in 25 years or more. The smells from the oven say I have a pretty good recipe there. It is cooling and will have a taste as soon as it is at the proper temperature. (That's why I am writing this now. Time!)

Too early for a festive, so I'll busy myself with the arduous task of listening to Eva Cassidy or Sweet Honey, until cocktail hour comes upon me.  Yes.  It is that kind of day.

Update: This simple recipe is a WINNER! Who'da thunk it? Tender, moist, creamy/cheesy, spicy and (above all) inexpensive.  Love it. Fortunately, I made enough for 4 extra servings. Well, if I didn't, the chicken would have gone bad.  A win-win for me.

And so it goes.
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