I'm trying to keep my head busy and ignore how sick I am worrying about my nephew and my brother.
I dyed my hair, hung a ceiling rod so I could hang the gorgeous black and white polka dot string lights I got before I moved in, attached my new ladder book shelves to the walls...and then found myself dripping purple sweat. Showered, now need to go get myself an iced latte and get some quarters for laundry. And a frame for the print I've been wanting to hang, forever.
I owe some kind folks some emails.
Did we see that Angelina had the babies? Vivienne Marcheline and Knox Leon.
Yes, the channel I was watching today interrupted regular programming with a special bulletin about it as if war had broken out in France.
I can only conclude that weapons of mass destruction are in the hands of Jennifer Aniston.
I saw a headline about the twins, but didn't care enough to click through.
I am very sleepy, and my plans to make something that I could bring for lunch all week are not looking good.
I hate the ESPN baseball announcers. I always feel like I'm being lectured to.
The Monday night crew with Orel Hersheiser is much better Tom. I hate listening to Joe Morgan and Jon Miller. They're obnoxious.
Jesse's recipe is basically the same one I use. Super easy. Go clafoutis. Choose clafoutis.
Great day today. Picked blackberries on Mt. Davidson this morning. And just got back from the Rachid Taha concert at Stern Grove. Very fun, with cute Arab men in front of us as an added bonus.
I made a dent in the laundry! I think I will reward myself by ordering in--I don't think I've had "real" dinner in at least a week. And I've made plans to see a play next week (the sky hasn't fallen in, or anything--it's not like I'm doing my own driving). The littlest krav instructor is performing in a musical, and I'm gonna see the matinee.
Right. Ordering in food...