A Point?

I feel lost.
I´m a bad person. For four weeks(!) Ingo made this dish - and I never payed attention. Cooking... nothing natural to me, I´m like my Dad. In my family men do the cooking.
Plus... I´m really afraid of heat, of burning myself.

That´s no excuse, I know.

Maybe Ingo might find his dream-job. He´s at it for a whole week, and let me know... yesterday.
This weekend is entirely used up for the app, I understand that.

I was to do the cooking. Lots of fight. I took the smaller piece, which was fine. His was not.
I feel sad, misunderstood. Angry, a bit. Still I try to understand. I see it´s my fault. Or, is it?
Guess that´s life.
Sun is shining. I could go out. No motivation.
Hope your Sunday is better than mine.

A lost day, a lost weekend.
Time is precious.