I am worrying.
About the chicken I have taken out of the fridge to cook, which I don't want to cook.
I don't want to cook it today being a Thursday and this piece of religious sentimentality lodged in my head about cooking and consuming meat on certain days.
I can't leave it as it has been now lying in the fridge since Monday and the husband fears it will rot. I also share the fear and so may be I will just get cooking.
But I also have two submissions.
There is no lunch ready for Netra if she comes home early today. So I am worrying about that too.
I have not even started on one of the submissions. I have no ideas even.
It is 11 already and the day is running ahead with its own plans and un-kept promises.
A broken tap in the kitchen.
Clothes strewn around the house.
Cluttered side table.
Dust on the study table.
Clothes that have been on the rope for the past two days
I think I will just go cook the chicken.