After rehearsal was done last night, I made brownies. I should have gone to bed, but instead I made some brownies from scratch and listened to Fern Jones. It was just the pill for my ill.
A long day of everything to do and a night I should have gone to bed, but instead baked up exactly what I needed.
I listened to Fern Jones and let the smells of cocoa and butter fill my apartment and let the stresses of the day go away.
And with the smell of brownies in my mind and a day of work that stretched about 17 hours behind me, I went to sleep.
Happy. Renewed. Content. With Brownies.