Billowing smoke. Up.
Reaching ceiling. What’s next, eh?
Go to sleep in peace.
My favourite at the weekend or public holiday is cooking and (of course) sleeping!
Nicely looking food though doesn’t always come out with the good taste or the other way around. Eyes though aren’t always willing to stop blinking and just sleep away luring the dream to arrive soon. It’s fine, it’s fine.
I sometimes wonder how brain regulates its own waves. It’s fine, it’s fine.
So? Still want to keep the favourite things as cooking and sleeping? That’s the plan: keeping favourite things although they are not the ones I best do.