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Nov. 20th, 2018 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesAs of yesterday Lily is back to being a card-carrying member of the Clean Plate Club, and I was so happy about that yesterday morning that I forgot I hadn't put my wallet back in my work bag until I was halfway to work. Fortunately I had coffee money and lunch money in my coat pocket.
This morning she had eaten more than she usually eats when she's upstairs. She'd really like to be upstairs, but that can't happen yet, so I go down for ten minutes in the morning for fresh water and breakfast before work, and an hour at night for dinner and company (I figure an hour is safe because she spends about five minutes of it, if that, actually touching me. She likes to hang out with me, not necessarily on me.). Now all she has to do is put on some weight.
I've been in a shockingly good mood for the last two days, which leads me to believe that I've spent lots and lots of the last couple of months unconsciously worrying. Now that I've stopped that, life is a lot better. I don't even hardly mind that the FRTX exam is a mess and I only got it at 3:30 yesterday to set up for this morning. I would be annoyed, but I know that the department admin doesn't live in the same universe as the rest of us and things like this always happen to anything she touches. I'm in such a good mood that I almost suggested I should take over the whole exam process next year, which would not be a good idea. I'll proofread if given time to, but I don't want to be responsible for collecting the questions in the first place.
I wish I had bought two copies of the book I saw in the Coop two weeks ago, on how to build projectile weapons out of office supplies. I had a very amusing mental picture of Dad and my favorite uncle sitting at opposite ends of the eating porch table firing projectiles at each other. Dad was pretty amused when I told him about it, too. But since the book wasn't there last week, I couldn't buy it, so the war has been canceled before it even happened.
I hope turkey parts will be on sale next week, because I think I want to make turkey stock if not actual turkey soup. I used up the last of my homemade stock early this spring, and I used up the last of the box broth on Sunday making comfort food soup (broth, soy sauce, garlic, something green, and freeze-dried Chinese noodles). I hadn't made comfort food soup in years, and I overdid the soy sauce this time, but it was hot and had vegetables in it and got me to eat something while I was still in serious worry-about-Lily mode.
Looking like three pies for six people for Thanksgiving this year. I may have to bring some back with me so I can have pie for breakfast on Saturday, as is tradition.
This morning she had eaten more than she usually eats when she's upstairs. She'd really like to be upstairs, but that can't happen yet, so I go down for ten minutes in the morning for fresh water and breakfast before work, and an hour at night for dinner and company (I figure an hour is safe because she spends about five minutes of it, if that, actually touching me. She likes to hang out with me, not necessarily on me.). Now all she has to do is put on some weight.
I've been in a shockingly good mood for the last two days, which leads me to believe that I've spent lots and lots of the last couple of months unconsciously worrying. Now that I've stopped that, life is a lot better. I don't even hardly mind that the FRTX exam is a mess and I only got it at 3:30 yesterday to set up for this morning. I would be annoyed, but I know that the department admin doesn't live in the same universe as the rest of us and things like this always happen to anything she touches. I'm in such a good mood that I almost suggested I should take over the whole exam process next year, which would not be a good idea. I'll proofread if given time to, but I don't want to be responsible for collecting the questions in the first place.
I wish I had bought two copies of the book I saw in the Coop two weeks ago, on how to build projectile weapons out of office supplies. I had a very amusing mental picture of Dad and my favorite uncle sitting at opposite ends of the eating porch table firing projectiles at each other. Dad was pretty amused when I told him about it, too. But since the book wasn't there last week, I couldn't buy it, so the war has been canceled before it even happened.
I hope turkey parts will be on sale next week, because I think I want to make turkey stock if not actual turkey soup. I used up the last of my homemade stock early this spring, and I used up the last of the box broth on Sunday making comfort food soup (broth, soy sauce, garlic, something green, and freeze-dried Chinese noodles). I hadn't made comfort food soup in years, and I overdid the soy sauce this time, but it was hot and had vegetables in it and got me to eat something while I was still in serious worry-about-Lily mode.
Looking like three pies for six people for Thanksgiving this year. I may have to bring some back with me so I can have pie for breakfast on Saturday, as is tradition.
