home cooking

I strayed far off my keto pasture yesterday, begging a clear need for a serious dose of self-discipline moving forward, as long as the creek don’t rise and there ain’t no meltdown.

And yet, weekends are for kids. Sort of like Trix. Kind of like tricks.

The moon in the early-morning sky the last few days has looked to me like the Cheshire Cat up there grinning. Its ever-present, “Welcome to Wonderland.”

I guess it’s time to dust off the Darlene Love records.