muckefuck | Ass Wednesday

As I struggled to get my food shopping finished last night, it was sleeting. At the time, I took comfort in predictions that it would soon turn to snow and if I didn't look forward to slipping to work on a layer of fresh powder over a subsurface of solid ice, it beat wading through a half-inch of slush. When I went out this morning, however, it was still sleeting, though whereas last night's was half-melted snow, this morning's was more half-frozen rain. That is to say, it stung. Plus the slush was now up to an inch in depth, more in some areas (such as the the last block between me and the mailbox this morning, which was a complete morass). Now there seems to be more snow in the mix, but the high is supposed to be in the "low 30s" (i.e., right above freezing) so we'll see what develops.

[The preceding paragraph dedicated to

febrile, who could doubtless use some schadenfreude to buck him up as he stumbles through Stupor Wednesday.]

The food I was shopping for was ingredients for the arhats' delight I promised to make for New Year's. Why is it impossible for any one store on Argyle to have everything you need for a complex recipe? The first place I stopped had everything but peanut oil, so I had to dash a block down to pick it up from a competitor five minutes before they locked the gate out front. Who needs that kind of aggro?

Of course, it's my own damn fault for starting so late. Almost everything that goes into it needs to be soaked before cooking, so it was eleven before I could slide the dish into the fridge to let the flavours marry before I reheat it on Saturday. Meanwhile, I was doing my best to get all the neat piles of papers to be sorted and filed out of the living/dining room and into the bedroom, which meant first cleaning up the messy piles there. Fuck the paperless office, when am I going to have a paperless home? I'm thinking now that I may not need to take Friday off in order to complete my errands after all, but that depends entirely on how much I can squeeze into each evening after work.

If only I hadn't've lost so many days to illness last week. I did actually get some work done while staying home on Tuesday, but the next two I was too worn out to do much beyond sit up in bed sipping plum tea and reading. But what really killed me was losing the weekend; Saturday night out was lovely, but I paid for it Sunday when I was able to get some cleaning done but none of the field trips I'd desperately wanted to. *sigh*