Wow, thats kind of fascinating, t!

I also feel unaccomplished compared to Paul Ryan. At my age he'd been in congress for years!!

But then, I'm someone who woke up, futzed around, ate brunch, and now is contemplating a nap. Clearly a big worker, me.

It's so much more rooooooooooomantic if he medically hates everyone, but Watson can get through his crusty shell to the creamy nougat of his big gay love.

Good god, I need groceries.

Don't wanna get up.

Reconcile! Reconcile!

Timelies all!

Took my folks on a boat tour along the Severn River. Now we're just hanging out until we leave for dinner.

Wow, -t, that's...wow.

I love my fizzed fruit juices. Only I forgot when I made this batch of passion orange that I was supposed to be mixing it strong, so I can either have unfizzed juice or fizzed watery juice. Hm.

The only one of the sodastream syrups I really liked was ginger ale. And the raspberry one was okay, but if I want a fruity pop, I'd rather have the juice based ones. I meant to buy more fizz while I was on the road, but forgot, so now I have to order it. Which is okay, and in the meanwhile, I need to see which of my cannisters has anything left in it.

I made it to the grocery, only the day after my trip, go me! But I went after the farmers' market, so even better. Haul: garlic, onions, green onions, zucchini, heirloom slicing and cherry tomatoes, basil, granola, and chocolate zucchini bread that was amazing. And then I got blueberries, peaches, and plums from the fruit stand (not local, though). So all I needed at the grocery was fresh mozzarella, bread (for panzanella caprese!), greek yogurt, havarti cheese, and ziti.

Nom.

Dishes are DONE.

Now I need to clean the bathroom, including mopping the floor; mop the kitchen floor; and possibly dust. Meh.

Whoot, Steph!

I need to mop my kitchen floor. Flylady says, and I'm trying to get back into good habits now that I'm home.

I haven't made it to groceries yet. Reading Olympics stuff. Like this snippet about intentional losses in badminton. How could the organisers have fucked stuff up so badly that losing was better than winning in the early rounds? I mean, if winning was actually bad, is it fair to force a team to play for the win? It's all very weird. It can't be that simple. Must read more.

It has happened enough in IL that restitution for the wrongfully convicted is a line on the IL income tax form.

I'm earwormed with songs from Jekyll & Hyde. I just found out that the Lucy from the production I did in 2006 will be making her Broadway debut this fall.

Okay, I'm hungry. Time to turn that farmer's market haul into, you know, food.

Time to turn that farmer's market haul into, you know, food.

I have turnips, okra, portabella mushrooms, limes, and apples. Ideas for any of those? I am particularly lost with the turnips, okra, and limes. I have many limes.