Domesticity

I managed to avoid the siren call last year, but this year? I think this year I shall bow to my desires and make a new dance costume for Smoker. This means I'll have to cut off my fingernails, which is nothing short of tragic. Because, observe:



Those are some great fingernails, and of course none show any indication of breaking or peeling anytime soon. However, they make hand sewing nearly impossible, so off they go. Oh, the sacrifices I make for art.

It's raining today, which is fantastic and amazing. The walk up to work was cloudy and cool and nearly a pleasure. Such a nice change! Also happening today is the visit with my PCP to discuss getting on Modafinil to combat my near-constant fatigue. I am hopeful and nervous. Please don't shoot me down on this one, Dr. Burt!

I'm planning meals for weekend visitors and oh my goodness I don't know if our refrigerator has room for meals for four people for two and a half days (eight meals). Vegetables take up a lot of room. It's going to be like playing Tetris to get everything packed in there so I don't have to make a second grocery-store run on Saturday morning.

mckitterick and I rely on leftovers for lunches and breakfasts, but I can't bring myself to feed reheated leftovers to guests. They are going to have to heat up their own breakfast casserole tomorrow morning because I'm coming to work for part of the morning, but I'm making the casserole tonight so at least it will be new. Even if reheated.

Of course, I'm sure the guests wouldn't mind at all eating leftovers, but it would bother me a lot to serve them. So. Eight meals! And now I am hungry. I didn't bother with breakfast this morning, and am regretting it.