It’s been raining more or less all day, wheeeee!
Yesterday I was Slacking with my boss about something and she mentioned having enchiladas for dinner the night before, so, because I am highly suggestible, we had enchiladas for dinner. One pleasant thing was that I printed the recipe and now I never have to look at that eye-searing pop-up circus of a web page ever again. This is the kind of thing that I am talking about when I express irritation about recipe sites. I don’t care if you write a story before your recipe but please spare me the half-dozen junk SEO subheads and three pop-up ads for Chevy pickup trucks. I just want to make enchiladas, god damn.
I am trying to get groceries delivered today. I chose the “flexible” option which means they might come today but also, they might come tomorrow. I am pretty sure I know where this is going (they will come tomorrow) but I rolled the dice. Delivery and even pick-up here have mostly been impossible. (For me anyway. Obviously plenty of people are taking all of those slots. )
Initially I hesitated to choose the flexible option, because what if we were out somewhere when it arrived! Well, duh. My brain still trips up on this, that we don’t ever have plans, there aren’t any places to be. I haven’t retrained this instinct. Right before this happened I thought we maybe needed to get a calendar so we didn’t forget about upcoming events. We certainly don’t need that anymore!
I’m very tired today. I think I’m not sleeping well because of my neck, and our “new normal” has readjusted my internal clock in a way that makes me feel unsettled. For one thing, we are going to bed much later. I used to wake up without the benefit of an alarm by around 6:30, but now I need the alarm to startle me awake at 7:30. I think this is part of what is making the days seem shorter. All my good dreamy morning alone time is just gone.
We have another ten days until the puppy can return to daycare and right now that seems like an awfully long time (although she is feeling better now and thus is much nicer to be around). At least when she goes back to school she can talk about Mad Men with her friends, having now seen the series from beginning to end.