Cocina

Not much interesting going on this week, except that some force wants me to destroy my kitchen.  The destruction began quietly with a dropped mug in the sink.  The mug remains, but the handle does not.

Next, I put the dish soap on top of the toaster oven, and the whole shelf came down, bringing the outlet cover into which the toaster was plugged down with it.  Luckily, all was easily repaired.

Not so easy?  Getting the smokey smell out of the apartment after I left toast in the toaster oven for twenty minutes.  My clothes still smell like a bonfire.

Finally, today a bowl fell at my head from a drying rack.  My head survived, the bowl did not.

I'm not sure what all of this means, but I'll be avoiding the kitchen as much as possible until some sign shows me that it and I am safe.

Un beso.