. . . this keeps happening. Must investigate.
So. Thursday. Sunny 40!F!/4C.
Breakfast was the last of my homemade hummus and naan. Am munching on cheddar cheese pretzel pieces as I type this, because (1) they’re addictive and (2) I’m snackish. Lunch will be the other piece of lasagna.
PT has been accomplished, as well as a PO run, and a stop at the grocery store. I filled the car up with gas, so I’m ready to go flying outta here on Saturday morning on a heading for Brunswick.
I have not been able to get excited about Doing Something for Christmas. I did pick up a ham slice, and I have yams on hand, so, yanno, ham and and a yam for dinner on the day could be a thing. I also picked up a frozen so-called single pizza (Screamin’ Sicilian, for those who keep track of such things), in case that’s something I’ll be wanting. Oh, and canned chick peas, on account of I am making hummus again.
Mostly, though, it’s looking like next Thursday will be nothing any more or less special than all the days have been lately.
The plan going forward is to heat the oven so I can have warm lasagna for lunch, then hit the WIP.
Tomorrow, I need to do a cat box changeout, and also get all my working files off of Steve’s computer, where I’ve been diligently writing, so I can continue to write while his office is upside down and the French doors are being replaced.
I need to decide if I’m just going to set up my laptop in the living room, and write there, or bring it totally back into my office. I’m leaning toward the living room, which will keep the task-spaces separate, and which I’ve been finding really useful.
Saturday, of course is the pre-dawn trip to Brunswick, two MRIs and home again, where kind neighbors have volunteered to come over and help push furniture around, because the window people require a six-foot clearance. For which I can’t blame them and there’s no denying that’s a full office experience.
. . . I think that’s all the news at the moment.
How’s Thursday treating you?
Hi! My husband and I enjoy your books so much…so sorry to hear of Steve’s passing. I hope your MRIs are good news!
I started a loaf of sourdough…I broke down and bought the starter from a local bakery, and it is a whole different experience!
I hope your Christmas is serene!
So which Screamin Sicilian flavor did you go for?
And, sorry to be nuisance, but—while they might operate like double doors—aren’t they really French windows?
I got Holy Pepperoni.
I’ve never heard them called anything other than French doors. I mean, you walk through them, so — doors, yes?
In the past, I had been corrected when I referred to this structure as French doors, but today I found this explanation: “Back in the 17th century, French architects, inspired by Italian designs, started installing large casement windows, side by side, that ran all the way to the floor. These French windows were designed to bring more light indoors and to create easy access to balconies and verandas. French windows became popular in England and eventually found their way to the United States, under the new name of French doors.” So I concede my pedantry over to the US usage.