Is true. I ended a full-out anxiety state last February by finally making the stir-fry I'd been putting off for three days. Today I ended a full-blown snit by making the winter veg stew from Moosewood Cooks At Home, a book I bought in defiance of budget because it had a recipe for winter veg stew. Recipe alas calls for molasses, stolen from next door while they're away (molasses being one of the unlikely things meat-and-potatoes next door *would* have) and beer, which I may buy dealcoholized from the super. At the moment it tastes a little... lacking, though what it lacks is probably the mandatory rice I put in everything.
Had a dream this morning, recalled fragmentarily amongst the usual clutter of just-waking dream chatter, about two of my dragon brothers copulating. This is unusual-- I rarely had erotic dreams even when I had hormones. But the emphasis here was on the peril and magnificence of copulating with a dragon, even when he's your brother. Am pretty sure it was Goujun as desiree and Gouen as desirer, Gouen being the only one likely to be thinking in those grand metaphors.