Sunday, Sunday

Gainesville

Here it is, half past midnight, and I've neither showered nor blogged. Just finished getting the kitchen done-- I went in there at 5:30 to start what looked like an easy dinner-- and it was: only took a little over two hours to get on the table. Then just a little bit of prep for tomorrow's meal, a simple marinade-- 45 minutes-worth. Then there was the aftermath: both big and little cuisinarts, the steamer, the grillpan, two large glass bowls, etc., etc. Counters. Sink. Floors. And here we are.

Yeah, there was the time spent actually eating the meal (15 minutes tops) and the time spent drinking the espresso Bill made while I put leftovers away and put things in the dishwasher (30 minutes tops). And the time spent folding and putting away two loads of clothes. (Changed the sheets and did a load of them earlier.)

Just a nice relaxing Sunday. How come I'm too tired to move?

It's very hot inside the house, despite the fact that the temps dropped drastically (into the upper 70's) this afternoon in advance of the storm. We had a blustery blow, but no rain. Groan. Too hot to wear my lace-up shoes except for short periods, which doesn't help at all.

The meal was the Grilled Chicken with Green Olive Relish. We all loved it. Along with Faux Taytoes and leftover four bean salad.

Back on your routines, including NT-- good for you, Mom! I'm very proud of you. And how lovely that you're having such good sleeping weather. Must be nice.

Thanks for the gloss on the postcard, Sandy. Of course I remember the Barbar stuff, but not the postcard incident. Good catch, Mom! Of course, you were forced to listen to those records over and over as we played them-- I'll bet you got plenty tired of them!

There, I've blogged. Time to get into the shower, and then between those nice clean sheets.