One of the things they don't tell you about making foods fresh is how much time you can spend prepping them.
Yes, everything, for the most part, is better fresh. But fresh takes time. Today I bailed out of the horseback trail ride with glee, because I needed time to make a quart of ranch dressing, a half-pint of chimichurri, and more of my lemon chicken soup for my lunch. Add in clean-up, and laundry, and you've got your full day in.
Wait, I also took the old dog for a walk.
I got no Piker Press work done at all, which means that tomorrow, my erstwhile "Day of Rest," will be conflicted as I watch football with my laptop in my lap.
Fiddling with the Press will be more recreational than watching shitty football match-ups, so I should be grateful.