Jack got an iPhone. “Wait until eighth” is the phrase (meaning 8th grade), and he is almost there, and we are letting him babysit his brothers for hours now. It was the right time. He and his father left us for a week, to go up to the Carolinas and hike and camp over spring…
Saturday Morning Meal Planning
G’morning. Update: I am half-vaccinated, soon to be full-vaccinated as of Tuesday. My in-laws are vaccinated. My parents are vaccinated. We are arranging visits where we don’t have to quarantine ahead of time. It is, in a word, Wonderful. It is, in two words, Wonderful + Anxiety-Inducing. I have forgotten how to be normal! All…
Wednesday Midday Meal Planning
OK guys, the cupboards are bare. For the past couple weeks I have made random pantry meals using stuff that was around, and I even chipped out the ancient leftovers that have been languishing in the freezer for time immemorial and we ate those the last couple nights. I was too busy working this past…
Checking In
It’s been a while and I don’t have Great Exciting Things to share, but I didn’t want my old blogging muscles to atrophy. Now there is no CHANCE of my writing muscles atrophying, as all I do all day is write write write. I wrote two motions yesterday (took me 13.5 hours, I was so…
H is for Hibernate
A is for Awful. B is for Blech. C is for Cold. D is for Dismal. E is for . . . you get the point. It’s been sleeting all day, and I’ve been hiding under blankets. It’s President’s Day – a “day off” at work – and tomorrow is Mardi Gras – also a…