It’s 7:06 AM as I write this. I’m on my 4th cup of coffee, and contemplating getting things done around the house that need to be done, but that I have no desire to do. It’s quiet, dead quiet, and I really enjoy that. At my work it’s very loud, very noisy, lots of air hoses, and people talking, so I love a quiet house when I can just enjoy it. Dearest is working today so I don’t have to listen to the TV, or anyone hollering for a meal, and I can just kind of do my own thing. So at the moment, I’m enjoying my last cuppa coffee, and getting ready to eat a chewy nut butter bar, from Kashi.
They’re not too bad. I’ve been eating one on the way to work. Processed, yes, but not as bad as sugary breakfast stuff like donuts, muffins and pastries. And not loaded with fat like bacon or sausage. It has monounsaturated fat, the so called “good” kind.
At least I can pronounce the name of every ingredient, though that “natural flavor” has me raising an eyebrow. Still, no high fructose corn syrup, whole grain oats are the first ingredient, and they’re low in sodium.
Well, the coffee is gone, and I’m facing a mountain of tasks to do today. There’s a pile of dishes in the sink, there’s a pile of laundry in the bedroom, and I have two packages of chicken wings to cook and sauce for dinner tonight. See: Sunday BBQ Chicken
I also have a few gardening chores to do, dead heading the Petunias and SuperBells, moving the basil and oregano to the garden, as they’ve outgrown their pots, choosing daughter strawberries for the berry bed and clipping off all other runners, some weeding, and everything needs a dose of fertilizer.
It is now 12:20 PM, and I have managed to tackle the mountain of dishes, do two loads of laundry, and look through several cookbooks I got from the library and decided I didn’t like any of them. Still haven’t fried up those chicken legs, and gotten them ready for dinner tonight. In all seriousness, I really feel like I need to just go lay down and take a nap.
Update: Did just that! Took a two hour nap, finally woken by the chiming on my iPod and an angry and upset husband on the phone. I was in such a deep sleep that I missed five cell phone calls (my ringer was off) and three home phone calls from him. He was frantic when I didn’t answer, and was imagining the worst. After all, I did have a mild heart attack Memorial Day weekend.
It’s now 6:40 P.M., the wings are cooked and ready to be sauced and frozen for later in the week. Time to go water the tomatoes, and get things ready for work tomorrow.
Till next time, friends!