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averygoodun42Right. Lots to do today. I've even done a portion of what's needed... The portion that can be done in front of the computer.
However, I WILL get out today, because I am not missing my appointment with my fabulous hair snipper. I would call her a stylist, as that's truly a more apt title for her and her magic hands, but it would imply that she's giving me style, and well, I'm still stuck in pragmatic dowd mode. For now. But at least after my haircut, my head will appear less uncared-for. Even if the reality is otherwise.
And while, after the haircut, I should probably work on Christmas presents, I will probably choose something completely unrelated to gift-making from my list of chores. Even though time is really running out.
Though all I want to do right now is sleep.
I wonder... Why is it that the gravy Geoff makes goes bad far faster than the gravy I make? I just had to toss a couple cups of his gravy as it was smelling vinegary and had a suspiciously colored spot in one cranny. It's been out of the freezer (where it was put immediately after making) for all of five days. My gravy usually lasts a good ten days (at least) before it starts to smell funky. Of course, there's also the fact that my gravy tends to get eaten up far faster than his... It usually doesn't last a week. (I make "gravy" by the quart, which is how it can last as long as a week. Usually I get two quarts out of a batch. Also, my "gravy" isn't real gravy, but roasted veggies (usually carrots and onions, though adding celery for proper mirepoix is quite nice, too) pureed to smoothness with organ-meats and drippings. It's goooooooood stuff.)
Ah well. At least I have to make a roast today, so I'll have enough veggies to go with the giblets I fried up yesterday.
What else...
Huh. Tomorrow is my sister's birthday. I'll have to remember to (actually) call her. Or at least (actually) email her. That's the problem with me, is that while I do think of and remember birthdays and anniversaries, I rarely remember them for long enough, and at the right time, to wish happy tidings on the day. Bad me. And then, once the day is past, well... It gets harder.
And, now I should go. My out-of-house errands need doing right now, if I'm to make it to my hair stylist on time.
Happy Thursday!
However, I WILL get out today, because I am not missing my appointment with my fabulous hair snipper. I would call her a stylist, as that's truly a more apt title for her and her magic hands, but it would imply that she's giving me style, and well, I'm still stuck in pragmatic dowd mode. For now. But at least after my haircut, my head will appear less uncared-for. Even if the reality is otherwise.
And while, after the haircut, I should probably work on Christmas presents, I will probably choose something completely unrelated to gift-making from my list of chores. Even though time is really running out.
Though all I want to do right now is sleep.
I wonder... Why is it that the gravy Geoff makes goes bad far faster than the gravy I make? I just had to toss a couple cups of his gravy as it was smelling vinegary and had a suspiciously colored spot in one cranny. It's been out of the freezer (where it was put immediately after making) for all of five days. My gravy usually lasts a good ten days (at least) before it starts to smell funky. Of course, there's also the fact that my gravy tends to get eaten up far faster than his... It usually doesn't last a week. (I make "gravy" by the quart, which is how it can last as long as a week. Usually I get two quarts out of a batch. Also, my "gravy" isn't real gravy, but roasted veggies (usually carrots and onions, though adding celery for proper mirepoix is quite nice, too) pureed to smoothness with organ-meats and drippings. It's goooooooood stuff.)
Ah well. At least I have to make a roast today, so I'll have enough veggies to go with the giblets I fried up yesterday.
What else...
Huh. Tomorrow is my sister's birthday. I'll have to remember to (actually) call her. Or at least (actually) email her. That's the problem with me, is that while I do think of and remember birthdays and anniversaries, I rarely remember them for long enough, and at the right time, to wish happy tidings on the day. Bad me. And then, once the day is past, well... It gets harder.
And, now I should go. My out-of-house errands need doing right now, if I'm to make it to my hair stylist on time.
Happy Thursday!
