"when we gonna wake in honey"

 The steri strips have come off and my plastic surgeon was a fucking artist.  Like of course there's a little damage, it's surgery, they cut into me.

I offered to send Abundance a pic of the final result, with the caveat that it wasn't a sexy pic, to which he told me survival is sexy.  
 

Also, all I want to do is lay on my stomach and read, or sleep on my stomach and neither of those options is currently comfortable or wise.  And  I obviously over-exerted myself yesterday because I am achier today than I've been in a couple days.  But my fancy legitimate compression bra showed up today and it's shiny black and makes me feel a little bit like it's a foundational garment for a super villian.

One of the odd things about baking quickly and competently is it is somehow subtly less of a stress relief.   It's still nice to make Light happy, to make the house smell like cookies, but it didn't really scratch the itch.  And I just want to keep going out and getting more ingredients to make sure I have other new things to try (seitan, I will make a version of you I am happy with someday)  

My big plans for tomorrow are cooking leek fritters and playing a fuckton of firewatch.