While I'm on that: how many goddamn cooking programs are there? Apparently there are enough of them to justify entire cable networks. I am so glad I am paying for a bundle of cable channels from Crimecast that includes so much programming aimed at people who wish to spend hours each day preparing meals, and hours more watching television learning how to spend those hours. If that's you, live long and prosper and so on, but I would rather eat raw tree bark and crap out splinters.
As I have noted before, other people's avocations are stupid.
Anyhoo, Wilbur the cat was kind enough to perform a reenactment of me from yesterday (pictured). He plays this role frequently, it turns out.
Today is quite a bit better, but I am still not well.