Culinary Stress Relief
My Dearest Love,
I, too, am dismayed by the nonsense coming out of our capitol city. The orange blowhard appears to have no grasp of the situation we all find ourselves in, or its great severity. It is as if he has taken complete leave of what little senses he had left and don't know how to feel any level of confidence about what has transcended the last few days.
To avoid thinking of such matters, I have taken to channeling my anxieties into culinary works. I have baked cookies as well as bread loaves, neither of which is terribly positive for our health but both have proven effective and inexpensive as therapy. One can work out so much stress by abusing a ball of bread dough for eight minutes at a time, and in the end you get two delicious loaves of bread, so it is a two fold benefit. The cookies do not provide as much stress relief, but they do provide joy in tiny bite sized morsels. Either way, it has given me something to occupy my time so that I am too busy to continue to read about the state of our world and our present situation.
My frustrations are only kept at bay, but not quieted, in this process. Once my tasks are complete, I find myself wandering back to news and updates, and once again descending into despair over the rapscallions who believe that stock shares are of more value than human life. I have discovered that there may be a passage of plans to provide citizens with a monetary sum to compensate for their lack of ability to adequately lead during this time of despair, which leaves us in our present state. Had they managed the situation properly to begin with, perhaps we would not need such monetary compensation, but that is not where we find ourselves presently. I am now pressed to ponder what an appropriate monetary amount would be for our loss of freedom, economic stability, and collapse of our healthcare system. Our leaders would say $1,200 is potentially adequate, but I believe that amount may be too low considering what we have lost. What do I, know, though? I am, after all, only a woman.
As our day comes to a close once again, I shall think of you in the seconds upon seconds upon seconds we find ourselves apart. As the time creeps from seconds to minutes, and you shelter yourself in our subterranean level to attempt to digitally converse with your friends, I will long for your return. Until you do, know you have all my love.
Rebecca S. Berry
I, too, am dismayed by the nonsense coming out of our capitol city. The orange blowhard appears to have no grasp of the situation we all find ourselves in, or its great severity. It is as if he has taken complete leave of what little senses he had left and don't know how to feel any level of confidence about what has transcended the last few days.
To avoid thinking of such matters, I have taken to channeling my anxieties into culinary works. I have baked cookies as well as bread loaves, neither of which is terribly positive for our health but both have proven effective and inexpensive as therapy. One can work out so much stress by abusing a ball of bread dough for eight minutes at a time, and in the end you get two delicious loaves of bread, so it is a two fold benefit. The cookies do not provide as much stress relief, but they do provide joy in tiny bite sized morsels. Either way, it has given me something to occupy my time so that I am too busy to continue to read about the state of our world and our present situation.
My frustrations are only kept at bay, but not quieted, in this process. Once my tasks are complete, I find myself wandering back to news and updates, and once again descending into despair over the rapscallions who believe that stock shares are of more value than human life. I have discovered that there may be a passage of plans to provide citizens with a monetary sum to compensate for their lack of ability to adequately lead during this time of despair, which leaves us in our present state. Had they managed the situation properly to begin with, perhaps we would not need such monetary compensation, but that is not where we find ourselves presently. I am now pressed to ponder what an appropriate monetary amount would be for our loss of freedom, economic stability, and collapse of our healthcare system. Our leaders would say $1,200 is potentially adequate, but I believe that amount may be too low considering what we have lost. What do I, know, though? I am, after all, only a woman.
As our day comes to a close once again, I shall think of you in the seconds upon seconds upon seconds we find ourselves apart. As the time creeps from seconds to minutes, and you shelter yourself in our subterranean level to attempt to digitally converse with your friends, I will long for your return. Until you do, know you have all my love.
Rebecca S. Berry
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