I stayed home sick today and Tom made me curried parsnip-potato-leek soup, which was Teh Yum.
Man, I'm so glad to be home and able to cook in my kitchen again. Or, rather, have Tom cook for me in my kitchen.
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I stayed home sick today and Tom made me curried parsnip-potato-leek soup, which was Teh Yum.
Man, I'm so glad to be home and able to cook in my kitchen again. Or, rather, have Tom cook for me in my kitchen.
I told some people away from the office on their vacation that I would have a draft for them ready by this morning. I've barely started on it. They won't read it until Tuesday anyway.
For lunch it was a quesadilla and the cafeteria chef's special "rice with granules" (...I don't know either) because I "look like the kind of woman who enjoys life." Apparently. And then the cafeteria cashier tried to convince me to become a teetotaler, I think. I think the cafeteria employees need to confer and agree about what kind of person they want me to be next year.
We get to leave early too, but then I have to go to the eye doctor to figure out what's wrong with my eye.
FUN!
You can enjoy life as a teetotaler!!
Isn't gandules peas?
I think the office is "closing" at 3. Not sure when I'm getting out of here, although after lunch and strategic application of caffeine, at least I'm not quite as homicidal as this morning.
We're having kebobs and rice and hummus today. Mmmmm. Love free lunch.
Okay, I thought I was less homicidal, but I'm having to think again after a flurry of "see you next year!" jokes.
Embassy closed at 2:00, but I didn't go to work today anyway. Mal and I went to pick the DH up and play with the embassy dog ("Stavros"), and then lunch - homemade lasagna.
Coming up, four days off. I've been at work one day in the last two weeks, I think.
Isn't gandules peas?
In this case it was buttery yellow rice with little black beans, probably yellow tomato shards and slices of green pepper.
I would have loved a suitcase escalator at the train station (Ogilvie Transportation Center. . . or as I still remember it the CNW Station) - I and my heavy suitcase stood at the top of the escalator and I could not make myself get on it.
I stepped away and looked at the stairs: no. way.
Finally, I put the suitcase on the escalator by itself and followed a couple of steps behind.