Today is a quiet day in the office, with Lake Nasty meetings taking place sans Me upstate.
Iâ€™m exhausted.Â Honestly, the last month is catching up with me.Â Iâ€™m worn down!Â Plus, I have been relishing my home time this week a little too much â€“ my evenings go something like this:
- Get home.Â Eat a little something.Â Itâ€™s generally 7:30 or 8 by now.
- Sit on couch and knit and watch TV for a few hours.Â Favorite shows:Â 7th Heaven, That 70â€™s Show. Malcolm in the Middle.Â Other fave. shows of various roommates:Â Ed, West Wing,Â and others, including BBC world news.
- Around 10:30 start toddling around like Iâ€™m ready to head up for bed.
- Hit the sack around 11.Â Read.Â Favorite books to read in bed:Â trashy trashy romance novels.Â Louisa May Alcott books.
- Speak to Matt around 11:30 or 12.Â Go to sleep very late.
All that, and then waking up at 7:30 the next morning, on top of being pooped from the wedding, and even more on top of being pooped from working so hard from the last month, well, Iâ€™m a tired girl.
Yesterday I went straight home on the knitting bus.Â Thatâ€™s what Iâ€™ll always call it.Â Itâ€™s a good bus. I love it.Â From what Iâ€™ve read, knitting in public (or kip, if youâ€™re down with the knitting lingo used on the inter-web) is supposed to garner strange looks and interested questions from strangers.Â I barely ever get anything.Â Maybe itâ€™s that NY state of mind, where no one is supposed to look at anyone else and NO ONE is supposed to talk to a stranger.Â Not that Iâ€™m looking for conversations with strangers, really, but the non plused silence just isnâ€™t what I expected the first time I whipped out the knitting.
When I got home I went cooking crazy, with easy-peasy stuff. I made a pound of part-whole wheat spaghetti and used some of it with the end of this fantastic Thai peanut sauce that a buddy here at work made and gave me.Â Itâ€™s so good and spicy and gingery.Â I love it.Â That was for my dinner.
On the rest of the spaghetti I did my tried and true spicy standby:Â some chipotle-garlic spice tossed with some parmesan cheese.Â (Michelle is a saint for having a big bag of grated cheese from Costco in the fridge.Â It makes my throw-together cooking so much easier.)Â I packed that for lunch some day.
We had some left over ugly potatoes that werenâ€™t pretty enough for the potluck roasted potato dish, so I cooked â€˜em up and mashed â€˜em down.Â Mmmm.Â And, to tempt fate, I threw in some MORE chipotle-garlic spice, only I used the HOT kind, not medium, and sauteed some garlic in olive oil to add to the potatoes.Â Yum.Â Only, I added too much spice.Â Lord knows how hot theyâ€™ll be today after the flavor sets!Â And then the Ever Prescient Jen coined the term â€˜spicy spudsâ€™.Â Mmm, spicy spuds.Â How many times can I write Mmmm?Â I think Iâ€™ll go for one more.
Of course, today when I got into work I immediately heated up my spicy noodles and ate them for breakfast.Â Er, brunch.Â I have a really hard time when I bring my lunch to work â€“ I just want to eat it immediately.Â Iâ€™d say I have about a 60% success rate of waiting until lunch time to eat.Â So, for lunch I went and got a sandwich.Â Not the best way to watch what I eat.
Thereâ€™s a mystery at work today â€“ J. has roses on her desk!Â But sheâ€™s at the tiger team meeting (rowr!) with El B., so who the heck knows where they came from!