Left work early, came home & took a nap. Got up around 4 & started cleaning the kitchen, preparing sweet potatoes for pie & squash for roasting, L. got home, made enchiladas & cookies, then I made pie.

Cooking made me feel somewhat better, generally does.

Went to see some music in Turner's, talked to a bunch of people, got tired & came home.

Lying down, realized how shitty I feel. Fucking cold.