Breakfast the Twenty-Eighth

Boiled eggs and soldiers (with marmite).

Today I was a fledgling sort of a domestic goddess. I cleaned, I cooked (made a batch of ratatouille and confected apple puree out of the slightly too far gone apples that have been winking reproachfully at me all week). I bought a rug; I even did some yoga.

I say fledgling because a better sort of goddess would not have poured egg yoke all down her front and not noticed until 3 in the afternoon. And would not have "cleaned" out a cupboard by non-discriminately transferring the clutter from place to another. Oh well.