Good sauce, Good idea

So it's been a blah kind of day, or rather a blah kind of weekend. Yesterday started off productive with LJ and I tackling the back room of the basement. We cut up, rolled up, and hauled up a huge amount of mouldy carpet scraps and scraped cardboard and rotten matting off the concrete. I found a dead mouse and a quantity of mouse poo much larger than the single corpse. After three hours the basement looked and smelled a lot better and we shed our clothes, masks and gloves for long hot showers to defunk ourselves.
Somehow, though, the funk seemed to seep into my pores and since then I have been in crappy mood, flopping around the house feeling grumpy about everything and nothing in particular. Until now that is.
LJ and I just got back from dropping his mum's car off and he asked if I would put together a spaghetti sauce for dinner. I agreed mostly because it's easy and would stress my bad mood out very little. Anyway, somewhere between cooking the onions and garlic and oregano and adding the tomatoes my funk lifted. Perhaps it was the yummy smell reminding me that I was hungry and that the food would soon fix that (when I'm feeling down I seem to lose the ability to recognise hunger and either don't eat at all or overeat madly), maybe it was the realisation that we have a good Chilean red that we could enjoy with the food, or maybe it was the memory of countless undergraduate nights spent perfecting this sauce - earning it the name 'good sauce'. Whichever it was, I feel a whole lot better. Cheers.