Whoever thought spaghetti squash would be an adequate proxy for pasta needs to be incarcerated. This month is dismal enough without adding injury to insult. The sauce, some weird spaghetti sauce into which I threw a cup of garbanzo beans for no sane reason, was joyless as it was but the spaghetti squash was a total downer.
The rest of the month has been too dull to even comment on. It’s half over thank the Lord.
