Too full of metaphors

 Somewhere close to six hours of sleep. 

Black cat on white couch

Going to bed earlier helps. 

So does baking enough yams for more than one meal so I can just be lazy and eat cold from fridge and still enjoy they nice roasty flavor.

So does solving the crossword puzzle. Okay, I do check puzzle a few times and I do not care if that spoils streaks. It means I get the puzzle done in a finite amount of time.

So, somehow does getting the weekly pot of beans boil / soaking on the stove. Throw beans in pot. Cover with water. Bring to a boil. Add garlic and whatever lemon or lime is getting too far to eat from fridge. Turn off pot before leaving house. Next time one is around the stove, check to see whether more water is needed and if so, add. Then bring to a boil again. Do the boil cycle a few times until the beans are cooked enough to use.

And appreciate new upstairs neighbors. Music I can hear rumbling through my ceiling is a big improvement over very problematic odors wafting down and through my windows.

As for the too many metaphors, there are daffodils and cigarette butts. There is a children's story with sort of safe space for very large children. And there are both daffodils and cigarette butts, grownups trying to get to some "enter the kingdom of heaven like a child" paths. Stay tuned?