I am taking self portraits of the back of my head surfing the internet.

Oh, my limits, I have found ye...

I did get and insane burst of energy and made the pastry (but not lined the pans) and cooked down the filling (apples, pears, nutmeg, ginger, low-gly sugar and powdered lemon) for one pie. First time with this pastry (whole wheat flour (cheat!), sour cream, vodka trick) so maybe I shouldn't take it straight into the office and I should wait and make them another one...yeah, that sounds sensible.

I've also cleaned up the mess from that part of the pie so it will be ita ! juice that I must summon to roll out the pastry alone. I even (hurriedly) patted the pastry into thick discs to hopefully ease that transition along.

As I stopped at a gas station to pick up snacks after work, a woman came running across the parking lot carrying a baseball bat. Turns out, she had smashed in somebody's windshield on the other side of the store and took off.

Wish I'd had the presence of mind to snap a picture and get her license number, but I was too flabbergasted.

I saw a woman learning how to ride a unicycle at the City Hall plaza on my walk to the library. Not nearly as exciting as your encounter!

One week to get my apartment spic and span before the 'rents get here. Hope to not fuck my ankle up more in the process. I still have random shit to clean like the spatter of dinner on the wall when the moulding over the cabinets decided to break loose and actually landed in the pot of pasta. Sooo many dishes to do. I'm such a slob. At my office at work I finally broke down and washed the collection of water glasses, mugs, and bowls that I had stored on top of my CPU and desk. There are seed packets and garden gloves on the floor and I can't give a fuck because there's no place to put anything, so it piles up until it spills over. Same thing at home. I have no furniture to store stuff, and I won't, because my tenure here is fleeting. Landlady hasn't even cashed my rent, which pisses me off because I could have paid bills on time instead.

One week to get my apartment spic and span before the 'rents get here. Hope to not fuck my ankle up more in the process

Your parents won't understand? I'm grateful mine sent me my sister.

My apartment could be nigh perfect and my mother would still run her finger over my fan to pick the dust off and show me her dirty finger in judgment. It could BE perfect and she'd rearrange my bookshelf so that it was more aesthetically pleasing instead of efficient. I have much trauma related to how my mother sees my living space, and I always try to minimize that. Shit, she reorganizes my closets.

Thank fuck she can't get into my attic to judge all the crap I'll throw up there. Dad's just oblivious. Mom will find the pans I stashed in the oven.

Oh yeah, I would not let that mother into my house. Luckily, I have a mother who is exactly like me, to the point that we both have the other half of our sofa piled with crap.

Avoid factory chicken while the government is shut down

Score one for Team Still Eating Frozen Pasture-raised Stewing Hens From Two Years Ago. Glad I stocked up when I had the chance.

I know it's easier said than done, but if you can give up worrying about what your parents think about your housekeeping it is SO relaxing. I'm still working on it, myself, but when I succeed it's pretty sweet.

My apartment could be nigh perfect and my mother would still run her finger over my fan to pick the dust off and show me her dirty finger

Oh, mine too, but when I'm injured I am more eager for her to do it than me.

If she was going to make me feel bad, I'd keep the door shut and reap the consequences, but my family knows how cranky I am, and YFMV.

I'll certainly use my ankle as an excuse for letting my standards slip, but I still have a fuckton to clean. Y'all underestimate my levels of slovishness.