When my alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m. I have a hard time remembering what my name is, let alone figuring out how to prepare a moderately healthy breakfast. Oatmeal does the trick, sort of, but after several days in a row of oatmeal I get the urge to mix things up.
Tonight I made this recipe, only I used turkey instead of ham (due to personal preference) and vegan “mozzarella” (because no matter how much I love dairy, it will never love me back). FunkyPlaid and I tried a bit of the final product, and it is quite tasty. It’ll keep in the fridge all week, so now all I have to do is cut a slice, reheat it in the microwave, and nom.
I attempted two other new-to-me recipes for dinner tonight as well, but they didn’t turn out quite as good. Ah, well. We’ll always have breakfast …
Writing from: my study. Listening to: so, so many fireworks. I won’t be falling asleep anytime soon.
This cat is nineteen years old and she knows exactly how she wants to spend the rest of her life: lounging in the sun in our backyard.
As much as I would like to join her, I have running mojo to recapture. This evening I took a brisk walk to and around the park while listening to Spotify. Right when I was about to get very cranky indeed about a song being a direct ripoff of Duran Duran, I thought to look at my phone.
It was Duran Duran.
From thirty-five years ago.
I’m going to have to get used to this, aren’t I?
Writing from: my study. Listening to: “Careless Memories” by Duran Duran.
Howdy, strangers! I forgot (again) how quickly these pile up when I run out of energy before I can post them each day. I will have to figure out another schedule. But here are some glimpses of the past week or so, plus a throwback photo my mom sent because last Wednesday I fell asleep before remembering to take a picture.
Day 176 of Project 365: Revamping the to-do list.
Day 177 of Project 365: To read.
Day 178 of Project 365: At the nursery.
Day 179 of Project 365: Tofu curry.
Day 180 of Project 365: Free ride.
Day 181 of Project 365: Back in time.
Day 182 of Project 365: Ripped.
Day 183 of Project 365: Works best.
Pretty much every workday starts out great and ends up with me being the tiredest person to ever tire. Weekends are spent catching up, and by “catching up” I mean “sitting quietly and not talking for hours at a time.” Ah, introversion.
Getting into better physical shape will help with the exhaustion, at least, so I will have to start psyching myself up to work out in the evenings because I don’t see myself waking up at 5am to do it. I mean, I can see myself waking up at 5am. Then I can see myself gleefully flinging the alarm clock across the room and sleeping another 12 hours.
Now I’m off to read “Broken Monsters” by Lauren Beukes which is super-creepy and not at all appropriate bedtime reading. Walking on the wild side over here. Try and keep up.
Writing from: my messy study. Listening to: “Slip” by Elliot Moss.
Despite this being the least appealing food photograph I’ve ever taken, I was highly impressed by the meal I made from the SunBasket gift we received from my mom. This was a recipe for salmon with mango salsa, and it was easy to prepare and cook, a boon for this exhausted librarian at the end of a long day. I’ve got two more gluten-free meals waiting to be prepared this week, too!
Writing from: my study. Listening to: BBC News. I did not see that coming.
I enjoy unwinding from an intense day filled with “how do I do this thing that I normally know how to do but don’t yet know how to do in this context” with this walk to the bus.
I didn’t see any ROUSes, but while I was distracted by hummingbirds I was almost mowed down by a cyclist listening to loud country music. Ah, nature.
Writing from: my study. Listening to: my hard-drive chug as it converts PDFs to ebooks.