Sad and scary but I didn't mean to say it twice.

I just informed my husband that he was not coming back from his business trip to a clean house tomorrow, as the cleaning lady makes her twice-month visit on Monday. The laundry will be done, though, so he'll have clean sheets to slip into.

I got caught in the rain! But luckily, I was almost home by then. So now I'm back in sweats and cozy. I returned two pairs of shoes and got a new red (!) purse, which was sort of unnecessary, but eh, and ran around my old stomping grounds, which was nice.

Now I should really get cracking on the cooking. I am intrigued by cooking once a month, but sort of do that anyway -- at least, I occasionally make things that go in the freezer, often cook something on the weekend to eat several times during the week, and half-ass the rest of the time. Glancing at bon's link, I see a "Braided spaghetti bread," and I have been meaning for months to make a stuffed bread thing, so let's hope I make it to TJ's and remember to get stuff for that. Monday, I guess. Monday!!

I would probably do well with a cooking once a month thing. I have a friend (homeschooling two young boys, whose husband is a firefighter with irregular schedule) who's been doing it for years, and it works great for her. Me, it's good if I remember I made a second meatloaf and froze it. (Which I did! And it's good!)

I need to make fish stock over this holiday weekend, too, because my freezer is quite alarming with carnage at the moment.

so he'll have clean sheets to slip into

but they won't be on the bed?

::sigh:: The pharmacy I was going to go to closed at 2. So...not leaving house. Thankfully that was a refill way ahead of time. Irritatinglingly, they wrote both prescriptions on the same slip, so filling one means I have to go back there for the second, which came up due a little later.

I am unsurprisingly okay with not going out.

Okay, this might be about to come off self-aggrandizing, but I'm really chuffed right now because an introduction I made last summer just resulted in a work team from one of our supporting churches going out to work on tornado relief projects led by another acquaintance of ours. I don't mean to make it about me, because I'm not the one who just spent a holiday weekend Saturday out sweating, but I'm pleased that the connection took, and I'm glad to see the church out there doing, you know, work.

eta: yeah, ita !, I hit a point around 3:00 today where it was clear I wasn't leaving the house, and I am totally good with that.

I had/have to leave the house twice today, first because I ran out of catfood and I don't want bubba to eat me, and next because I have to go pick Nora up at the airport.

Wheeeeee

I had planned on not leaving the house at all today and yet I've made three trips out in the cold. At 5:30 am I took CJ to hq for his search. Then Kelly was sick at work, so I got a ride there and brought her home. Then she wanted food that wasn't in the house, so out to the store I went. Now I'm watching post season ball.

DH has an in-person interview in Cincinnati on the 16th. They're also working on an in-person interview in Worcester, MA soon as well.

It's progress, I think.

I ran errands most of the day, then came home only to trip over my own feet and take a tumble in my own hallway. Ow. Also, no ibuprofen left. But I am NOT going back out today. Fortunately, I'm only a bit rattled, and a hot bath and a stiff drink should help.

Tomorrow, I will not be leaving the house unless I can help it.