Believe it or not, I’ve cooked dinner the last three days. Yes, that’s right, three days. Real food. With vegetables. And I have something thawed, waiting for me to post this, to cook for tonight.
I think I’ve lost my mind. Not that I have any problem with cooking. Actually, I like to cook. Only not for just me. No, much too much work to bother for just me. And, of course, I’m currently being anti-social about inviting anyone to my house.
See? No real need to cook. Which takes me back to the thought that I’ve lost my mind. There has to be something wrong with me. Microwave dinners are generally fine. Or even delivery stuff since I live in the area where just about everyone delivers. Just not the last few days.
Oh well, I’m sure the urge will pass. Either that or I’ll suddenly become friendly again. Now that’s a truly scary thought!
And speaking of friendly… I’m going out with some of the ladies I used to work with tomorrow evening. Yeah, I know. But at least that’ll break the habit of this cooking nonsense I’m sure. What do they say? It takes thirty days to form a habit and only one to break it? Whew! I’m safe!
Okay, yes, you caught me. I had no idea what to blog about today, no interesting tidbits to share, nothing I felt like researching, so you got stuck with me rambling about nothing. Aren’t you glad I don’t do this more often? Or maybe not. Stick around long enough and I might slip up and you’ll learn something truly juicy about my checkered past. Hahaha!
Ooh, almost forgot. In real writer news I wrote some stuff over the weekend that I don’t absolutely abhor. This is the first time since Mouse died.
I think I’ve lost my mind. Not that I have any problem with cooking. Actually, I like to cook. Only not for just me. No, much too much work to bother for just me. And, of course, I’m currently being anti-social about inviting anyone to my house.
See? No real need to cook. Which takes me back to the thought that I’ve lost my mind. There has to be something wrong with me. Microwave dinners are generally fine. Or even delivery stuff since I live in the area where just about everyone delivers. Just not the last few days.
Oh well, I’m sure the urge will pass. Either that or I’ll suddenly become friendly again. Now that’s a truly scary thought!
And speaking of friendly… I’m going out with some of the ladies I used to work with tomorrow evening. Yeah, I know. But at least that’ll break the habit of this cooking nonsense I’m sure. What do they say? It takes thirty days to form a habit and only one to break it? Whew! I’m safe!
Okay, yes, you caught me. I had no idea what to blog about today, no interesting tidbits to share, nothing I felt like researching, so you got stuck with me rambling about nothing. Aren’t you glad I don’t do this more often? Or maybe not. Stick around long enough and I might slip up and you’ll learn something truly juicy about my checkered past. Hahaha!
Ooh, almost forgot. In real writer news I wrote some stuff over the weekend that I don’t absolutely abhor. This is the first time since Mouse died.
5 comments:
Sometimes cooking is a good time to think things over. I get some neat ideas while cooking. Especially if there's a lot of fiddly stuff to do. Baking bread's another good thinking time.
Jeez...I leave the blog scene for a couple of days and you're cooking? That's just wrong
But I've also been up to all sorts of no good too while you've been away. Does that make up for it?
So glad the writing is working right now. Grief has a way of slowing us down but you are doing fabulous. Something about cooking...it can be very relaxing. Helps me clear my mind. Maybe that's what's happening with YOU.
I think cooking is another way of nesting for a woman. When life gets busy and you want to slow down and even subconsciously do something for yourself, you cook...okay, I'm stretching here, but I agree with everyone else. I think cooking helps us relax and clear our minds.
You've written stuff you don't hate so hey, it must have worked.
Go, B!
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