I’m just feeling upended because I’m taking care of a family member’s dog at their house, and the place I’d be otherwise is my apartment but it’s pretty new and I was homeless before and just don’t have much routine in my life. Really want more.
Also my apartment’s countertop space is almost nil and it’s not much better at this house.
Not the worst I’ve dealt with though. In college I had an apartment where the countertop space was just the drain area of this big cast iron sink + drain pan thing, and even there I managed to cook a lot.
But always immediate stuff. Onions and eggs and spaghetti and sauce and all that.
Peak routine was during my last relationship. Got really good at great northern beans. Dang I’m gonna take another run at beans I think.