a mere twenty dollars at the bustling farmer's market today bought all the makings for a dinner with fresh pasta, fresh bread, fresh pesto, an elaborate salad, baklava for dessert, and a vibrant vase of flowers, as well as fruit to fuel my runnings about for the next week.

immediately previous, a mere thirty minutes at my studio provided me ample time to stab myself in the leg with an x-acto knife.

it all balances out, in the end.