Humdrumming

It was me[*] who suggested that we use this weekend to get some shopping done before the stores become insane so naturally it was me who, on being reminded of this, pulled a puppydog face and begged off until tomorrow when the rain will be horizontal. We'd slept away the morning, it was time to decide "What are we up to?" Common sense would've dictated going out today and staying in tomorrow but I just didn't want to. I wanted to stay in, sip tea, and read Genji. I wanted to browse porn and play solitaire[**] and pet the cat. I didn't want to have to prepare a face to meet the faces, I wanted to swathe myself in boring bourgeois comfort.

I did that, but to justify it I also did the laundry and called my Mom. I wasn't anticipating a quick call, but I don't think I expected an hour-and-a-half either. But now she knows my holiday plans and I've got some feedback on what's up with Crazy Bill Kramer. Plus she opened up to me a bit about the mental block preventing her from getting her finances sorted, which creates the best opportunity we've had in two years to get some movement going again. Any self-sabotaging traits I have where it comes to procrastination and needless anxiety she has doubled if not ten-fold.

Although with every hour it's actually getting a bit warmer, the weather said "soup" to me so monshu threw together the beef barley mushroom his mother used to make. I plan to reward him tomorrow with an apple cherry pecan bread pudding. (Nothing fancy this time, just Mimi's old tried and true.)

[*] Choke on it, prescriptivists!
[**] Not a euphemism, despite the context.