bluhhhhhhhhhhhh

I have had three major activities after work this week:

1) laundry
2) cleaning
3) making food

None of this is, I guess, that alarming, except that it is slightly out of the ordinary for me, since I historically have spent many an evening quality-timing it with my laptop for several hours on the internets. But, I'm tired of feeling bad about not getting things done around here, so this week, for example, I have:

- baked off the last of the Cornish pasty filling with more puff pastry AND a quick gravy concocted of onion + beef bouillon (defeating the "vegetarian" aspect entirely)
- cooked up a vodka sauce + artichoke/red pepper pasta pastiche
- made Thai peanut-sesame noodles with carrot and green onion
- baked a half-batch of banana-chocolate chip bread, which finished off my flour stores
- vaccuumed the shit out of the furniture in the sunroom
- scrubbed the stovetop
- washed a load of laundry
- re-washed that load of laundry
- started altering a button-down plaid shirt into a tunic/dress with pintucking (currently stuck on how to treat the top half)
- ironed a stack of very wrinkly clothes
- probably some other stuff

It feels like more than that because I am currently Ladycurse Exhausted, which means the only activity I truly excel at right now is trudging, and all of my toils seem like a major accomplishment given that they were conducted entirely without the assistance of lower-back-massaging-gnomes. However, my bank accounts are embarrassingly low and I cannot afford to buy lunch this week, PLUS I was an idiot who let her delicious Thai curry sit out and spoil all Sunday night into Monday [actually, this may have been a subconsciously intentional murder on my part, because the vegetables were already overcooked and I never loved that curry like I should have from the start]. At least I sent the lion's share of it home with Brock, who, being a sensible boy, actually put it in the refrigerator. Clever turnip, that lad.

Anyhow, to cut off my rambling, I will just note here that I am equal parts excited and apprehensive about the next several days, as they will involve extended interaction with people whom I love dearly, but rarely see - that alone is enough to make them more draining than usual. The fact that two of the people I will be hanging with are my parents ratchets the stakes up a few hundred tickets. I'm jazzed to see my pal Sara, though, and on the itinerary for parental bonding are GARAGE SALES and WINERY VISITING so I am truly excited for those excursions, too. All in all I expect it will be turn out for the best.