I'm in a righteously bad mood. Never mind why. But if I didn't give birth to you, I maybe don't have a lot of patience with you right now if you say or do illogical things near or at me or are a bank or a pet, etc.
So I took some pictures of things that make me happy. And since they're food pictures, there will be a semi-crossover post to my sadly neglected (for good reason but not much longer) food blog later on.
Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast,
To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.
I've read, that things inanimate have mov'd,
And, as with living Souls, have been inform'd,
By Magick Numbers and persuasive Sound.
What then am I? Am I more senseless grown
Than Trees, or Flint? O force of constant Woe!
'Tis not in Harmony to calm my Griefs.
Anselmo sleeps, and is at Peace; last Night
The silent Tomb receiv'd the good Old King;
He and his Sorrows now are safely lodg'd
Within its cold, but hospitable Bosom.
Why am not I at Peace? —William Congreve, The Mourning Bride, 1697
I don't know why, William. But it is true. And so does cooking, so I'm gonna go bake something now, while listening to something pleasant.
