I have started cooking again. Like, recipes and healthy stuff. Last night I made... well, I'm not exactly what it was supposed to be, but it turned into chicken and pasta in an olive oily/white wine sauce. With lots and lots of garlic. Probably more garlic than there should have been, but it was so tasty.
My hand is nearly better. It looks almost normal in natural light, though it still looks a little freaky under a lamp. Or indoors. I can hold a pen and almost write normally again, though not nearly well enough to take notes yet. The skin has recovered enough that I can reach into my pocket without scraping it off and bleeding all over the place (happened twice. Once was at dinner when my flatmate and I were handling the check. Blood. Everywhere. Not pretty.)
I've got a bit more patience with fire alarms these days. Even the ones at 10:30 PM. Less so with the ones at 3 and 9 AM. If my sleep is going to be interrupted, there had better be an honest to god fire.
(There hasn't been. I'm special.)
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