I Can't Get Away From the Sound of the Rain in My Heart

Baked.  It's what's for dinner.

What is easy can also be delicious.  Chicken thighs, cabbage wedges and accordion potatoes with bleu cheese all baked on a sheet pan until crispy and amazing.

 

I wish everything was this simple.  I overthink things.  That sounds like a negative.  So I've taken to putting a positive spin and saying I'm just a deep thinker.  I recall being this fired up over lightening bugs and fishing worms.  It's like cotton, the fabric of my life. But with that being said, if I'm going to leave this world with any cuticles left at all, I bess be getin' some zen up in here. I can blame our drinking water and poisonous food.  All the millions of bottles of pharmaceuticals flushed down the drain only to appear in my tap.  All possible causes for my continuous state of nervousness.  I can honestly say with the sun in my face that I am so overwhelmingly grateful to be alive and for all the love and life I have been given but simultaneously hold so much dread and darkness in my heart.  A perpetual foreboding.

That's a lot more attractive if you're a 20 something poet or musician.  Or Frank Sinatra.