While today was a no-alarm day, I planned to be productive. The remaining boxes were going to get unpacked, donation items were going to get loaded into my car, items that didn’t quite work out were going to be returned. I’m telling you, upon opening my eyes, I feared none of that would happen. I sipped my coffee, hoping for renewed motivation. Nope. It was rainy and dreary and the thought of tasks and errands dampened my spirits. One thought lifted me a bit-cooking. So I threw on yesterday’s jeans & a t-shirt, wrapped yesterday’s hair in a scarf like Mama was apt to do, and headed to the market for inspiration. I found a serious dose. Returning to the condo, hours passed in this kitchen that is becoming familiar. First, the comforting aroma of G’ma G’s sloppy joes evoked memories of my childhood, and of my children, then the essence of ginger and lime filled the air, and now shrimp, sausage and spices surround me. Today was a lovely version of calm. Yellow Bowl Love 
