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At some point in the past few weeks, my neuroses seem to have disappeared. Wait, no, not true. They have gone from stabbing me in the back of the eye every 10 minutes to poking my brain with a sharp stick every few days. Because my neuroses are little people in my brain? I don't know. That seemed like a really good metaphor when I thought of it last night, right before falling asleep. Maybe that's the important part, 'right before falling asleep.'

Anyway. I don't know what it is, but I feel pretty okay about life right now. I hope you do too. The photo is some flour tortillas that I made; they're super delicious.