Ok, ok, I'm fine. Just... y'know. Panic. I'm like midlife crisis age now. I learned last week that women have them earlier.

The Delaney and I are intent on cooking regular dinners together now... we did on on Saturday and it was phenomenal, like lots of stuff we do. Trout sauteed in butter, greens with bacon, potato-quinoa croquettes. And another Will Jones chocolate icebox pie because we finished the one from New Year's and it fits in with my plan to wreck my body this year.

Jesus never ate no Will Jones chocolate icebox pie.