It smells so good in my house right now, as if I cooked something savory and wonderful.
In truth, what I cooked was not so great. It was Japanese-style tofu with cabbage and rice.
Ben ate it and did not throw up (at least not in front of me).
I promised him something better tomorrow night.
I thank goodness for Ben being here because I am cooking again. Slowly, but surely I will cook dinners and they will be good and better and better until I am me again.
I have to have someone to cook for. Someone to take care of. I am not meant to be alone.