Despite not having ice cream in the house (no, I didn't think to pick any up when I was at the grocery store earlier -- it was more a "want to go out with a friend" thing than wanting ice cream in particular, anyhow), I did find a way to give myself a little treat tonight. Dinner was (is) French toast with Turkish coffee. Fancy enough and rich enough to convince myself it feels like a treat; not fancy enough to actually be work to prepare; quick enough that I could think of it while already hungry and not decide it would take too long; and everything I needed was already in the kitchen.
Okay, now I can go to bed, as soon as I finish the coffee.
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Okay, now I can go to bed, as soon as I finish the coffee.