If you look through the doorway beyond the sink you can see the contents of my kitchen.
If Thursday was trying hard to be The Worsst, then Friday was obviously lobbying hard to be The Besst of February. Nothing spectacular happened; it was just a very nice day, overall. It was daylight when I left the office, and when I crawled out to my car, blinking like a mole person in the sunshine, I did NOT burst into flame from the brilliance.
And then Saturday’s Besst was the counter top. It’s very photogenic, and still a work in progress, which means that I’m entering Week Two of no way to cook dinner, but I’m still at the point where it’s kinda nice not to have to think about that every morning.
That might change.
© E. Stocking Evans 2013
Mom, Interrupted 
This is beautiful and Father-in-law Interrupted says it even fits your personality! He asked me why we didn’t consider something like it.