Sauna

Not as hot today, cat is basking. He stayed here a while, then took to shade to cool off. Like dipping into ice water after sauna. But cats don’t do wet, as a rule. The smoke is worse this week, as California burns, as well as the western part of Utah. My own sinuses less than thrilled. The world going to hell in a handbasket, as usual. So, I watch cats and live through.

Making soup, fennel, leek, barley type. Food for the next two days at work. Fixing food a chore. When I’m hungry, not easy to make food. When I’m not hungry, hard to imagine what I might like to eat when I am hungry. Hitting the sweet spot where I’m slightly peckish, has never been easy. Food is minimally appealing if I’m not hungry. I tend to crash when I haven’t eaten. Oh, for the days when a cook would serve meals, at least if you were middle class or above. In Ancient Rome, there were all sorts of street food vendors. You’d think there would be something inbred about humans that would stimulate cooking, and there seems to be for some people. I’m just not one of them. Unless I can smell it, and it’s for me, I could care less about food. Just the look of a dish leaves me indifferent at best. Oh, I like a good meal, and eat with gusto, but only when I’m hungry, and there it is in front of me. I also tend to distrust pretty food. Seems too much handled in my mind. The more decorative, the less appealing. A mess of charred brown stuff with a sprig of delicious parsley (yes I eat the garnish) and my gut growling, I’m in.

This is not typical among those I work with.

Probably another personal weirdness.