I've slept very little lately - not sure why - but it did have the happy result of making me drink honey vanilla chamomile tea, which smells incredible (like some kind of terrific baked good) and tastes passable. I really resent insomnia as a problem, though, because I love sleeping. Not okay.
I'm having a sudden craving for risotto, but have no arborio rice and no fresh vegetables. No matter; I will forge ahead bravely with Minute rice, a single onion, domestic Parmesan, Great Value unsalted butter, and six-month-old boxed chicken stock. My plan: sauté the onion, cook the rice in onion drippings and butter, mix in hot chicken stock, and finish with large amounts of cheese. It will probably taste a lot like rice with onion and cheese, but I'm okay with that. I will report back.
Grinnell is cold and buried in snow. I look forward to spring. Haven't written anything in a few days; maybe I should do a mini-NaNo? Or perhaps actually revise something?