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When I left the house this morning, I had every intention of going to the bank and on to the supermarket, for the first time in a week and a half. About halfway to the post office, though, I just lost steam, and after picking up the mail I came straight home. It wasn’t time; I had plenty of time. It wasn’t the weather; it wasn’t especially cold, and there was no rain, although the sky was plenty gloomy.
It’s not that I couldn’t use the groceries. I’ve been eating the same leftovers for the last ten days (and thank goodness for refrigeration), and I still have enough leftover pulled chicken (a recipe I probably won’t try again) and leftover meatloaf (made, in a fit of creative madness, with apricot jam instead of catsup, another thing I won’t do again, although it wasn’t inedible, just a somewhat misguided attempt at variety) for at least one more meal each. I still have bread and eggs, so I’m in pretty good shape. I could use a head of romaine and some bananas.
There wasn’t even that much work to get back to. Wednesday is my day between intense days, and I use it to catch up on tasks that I’ve been letting slip by. I had a few things I could do, but they had no particular urgency. I came home from the post office and didn’t do them right away, puttering around with non-critical filing and the like for awhile before getting down to the pile of papers on the corner of my desk.
I even found some time to sit and read this afternoon. I’m really into Lisey’s Story now, a little more than a third of the way into it (not that I count pages or anything). I got the new Maeve Binchy book in the mail today, and I’m eager to get into that and the new Ray Bradbury, so I’m trying to find more time to read. I found a little of that kind of time today, along with a little time to sleep. Somehow I worked two short naps into my afternoon. I could stand more days like this. |
