Peek-a-boo! Pasta dough, resting. The colors and textures were irresistible to me.
I'm operating on about a level 9 pain today into tonight. It's more pain than I can actually sleep through. So tasks in the kitchen give me something to focus my mind on. Almost like a meditation. I can close my eyes and drown out all that pain and imagine for a minute what a dish will smell, look, and taste like. I have rote tasks to perform that yeild rewarding outcomes. I concentrate hard on the small things around me that bring me joy, and try to express them to others. Even when it feels like a dentist's drill is playing disco music on the right side of my brain.