Solid food is good. It's nothing amazing: just pasta, black pepper, a splish (the last!) of my truffle-scented olive oil and some tomato gunk, but it's food, and warm and nutritious, and I can swallow without wincing. Actually, it's turned out to be bloody nice for a throwtogether.
The throat is still very raspy, though.
Jus won't be home for at least another couple of hours, having got himself stuck in roadworks on the London Orbital. I'll need to think about cooking some supper for him for when he gets home: a bowl of rice and some of my tomato gunk really isn't enough for a day. Probably a quick carbonara-ish thing, since I probably have most of the makings, and I haven't got the kind of energy needed to do anything with heavy amounts of prepwork.
I'm going to sit here a while, let my food settle, start doing all the reparo catching-up reading I still have to do, look at getting the cooking started, then perhaps start doing some Reparo writing if I get to that point, or it'll be more of the SinA project. The bathroom lightbulb's blown, and since I can't remember where the spare bulbs are, and I'm not up to strenuous rummaging, I'll wait until Jus gets home before taking a bath.
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reparo catching-up reading I still have to do, look at getting the cooking started, then perhaps start doing some Reparo writing if I get to that point, or it'll be more of the SinA project. The bathroom lightbulb's blown, and since I can't remember where the spare bulbs are, and I'm not up to strenuous rummaging, I'll wait until Jus gets home before taking a bath. 