The return of the monkey plate.

I don’t feel well, so my plans for making a gourmet meal fell through. I had to force myself to eat. Which, let me tell you, is atypical.

I made a salmon melt with some brussels sprouts on the side. On the monkey plate, because it’s just that kind of day.

Look at that punk smiling at me. I bet he feels fine.

Okay, I think I’ll go crawl into bed now.