Another silly little food related thing…
Another bit of critique on the system…
The sort of stuff I need to tell myself now and then.
Now and then I suffer from these and they are not fun.
Some vague social commentary poetry again.
A little thing about health care.
The sun has poked through the clouds above and the world appears hospitable and warm once more, after a rainy night. In the herb garden the air is filled with the smell of all the different plants, spices and herbs that grow here, on display for visitors like me.