Those knives were unwrapped from mummifying layers of tape and paper last night. They look pretty fancy on the countertop, black-handled and shiny. I may use them a couple times a month, but it’s nice to know they’re there.
I haven’t done a good job of sitting. My brain has been metaphorically standing since the last post. Tonight is a haggard attempt to half-ass it.
This post is the tail end of last week’s promise. Tomorrow’s will be the snout end of something else. Goodnight.