We’ve Finished Moving & Now I Will Focus On Fitness & Friendships: the (perennial) Catie Murphy Story Step 1: I have to cook now bc Ted has a job again (*quiet,distant sobbing*), so I’ll follow in his footsteps over the past 8 months & do lots of vegetarian cooking Step 2: Open His Cookbooks Step 3: *sobbing intensifies* Step 4: Wail to Ted that there are TOO MANY INGREDIENTS Step 5: Wait for him to stop laughing bc it’s so true Step 6: google ‘lazy vegetarian recipes’ Step 7: sob…
Yeah, so this is a low-blogging month, partly because I didn’t want to review Black Panther the day I saw it because I got to see it earlier than Americans and spoilers, sweetie!, and partly because we’ve fallen behind in Marvel movie watching, and partly because I’ve been working a lot, or alternately, because I haven’t been working much at all. It’s hard to tell. Anyway, mid-term break was the second half of last week and the only thing that kept me writing at all was doing this #100DaysOfWriting thing…
I had a day in which nothing went right. Nothing went catastrophically WRONG, exactly, it was just nothing went…*right*, and it was very frustrating. I went to buy a couple new earrings for my stupid ears, because I keep losing the ball ends of the ones I’ve got (although more memorably I lost the actual earring recently, which, rrgh), and only somewhat after the fact did I discover I’d had a miscommunication with the dude and had accidentally gotten a much longer post than I wanted. I’d been trying to…
I keep doing things and not having time to blog about them. Or not thinking to. Or thinking to but deciding sleep is better. Or that making pear jam is better. (It turns out making pear jam is a GREAT idea.) yeah, so the thing is that I have, like, a ton of jam-making posts to do, except they’re all just pictures of jam in the process and that starts seeming boring and…anyway, I made crabapple jelly that’s perfectly gorgeous and I made…in fact I made 4 kinds of jam…
Actually, I think–I hope–my head is coming through the other side of being a toxic waste dump, but jeez o flip. I’ve had two back to back colds. I don’t think I was sick when I went to Liverpool, so I guess I’ve been sick since about the Sunday after, which is three weeks today. It feels like longer. Both colds have been entirely in my head with a massive fucking cough that ejects gobs of snot that the constant nose-blowing assaults on my sinuses have not been able to…