I swear, I need a plan for Sundays or I'll just imitate a log.

Are you kidding? One of my goals in life is to be able to spend an entire day doing absolutely nothing without a) guilt, b) shame, c) illness, d) someone else giving me crap about it. You're already there! Why it's downright aspirational!

I'm feeling guilt and shame, because. So I'm not there yet. My clutter mocks me and now I have to go out tomorrow night to run the errands I skipped today.

I'm also being that crazy neighbor lady, asking everyone I know if they can do or know people who can do transport for my neighbors' kids. Asking can't hurt, who knows, maybe it turns up another family who goes to the school who could swing by here. I also think I might just now have convinced the mom to ask on the neighborhood board by suggesting a way she could do so without putting it all out there.

I have no shame in asking for others, especially when I know it is hard for them (hell, it's impossible for me.)

Oh shit. I have gone all Mad Scientist on my popcorn with flavors and have accidentally turned it into a pure form of Crack.

You can market it as Jimmy's Crack Corn.

You can market it as Jimmy's Crack Corn.

Considering that Hec's high school and college friends call him Rock, I can think of all sorts of terribly wrong names for this popcorn.

Which is totally crack-tastic. I ate my bowl, and then shamelessly stole Matilda's and ate it too. I snack-thefted my own offspring, such is the power of this crackcorn.

Do you remember what you put in it, David? Can you recreate the crack?

Pretty much the only useful things I have done since Wednesday night are unpack, deal with bills, go grocery shopping, and put out my Halloween decorations. I even failed to see the Martian, though I am somewhat caught up on the DVR contents.

Work is going to hurt tomorrow.

Do you remember what you put in it, David? Can you recreate the crack?

I do. I'm afraid of unleashing it on the world. It'll be like the Joke that Kills in Monty Python.

Then again, my crack might not be the world's crack. So...

Stayed with my usual go-to of Smoked Paprika (TJ's - you need a good one that actually has the smoky quality) and freshly grated Parmesan. Salt too and a little butter. Then cayenne, and one swirly of Sriracha on top. In the big bowl you can mix with salad fork and spoon, but in a the big soup bowl it's one big spoon and half a hand over the top of the bowl.

So, smoky cheesy mouth tingly spiciness. I'd say I was careful with the cayenne and Sriracha, and reckless with the Parm.

I took my mom out to see The Intern this afternoon, which was exactly the sort of movie she likes with the bonus of getting her out of the house to do something fun and take her mind off her recent medical troubles. That and buying soda was about all I managed to accomplish today, though.

I'm with you until the sriracha. Which I like, but don't think I want on popcorn.

Aww, that's nice Matt!

I didn't really accomplish much (a load of laundry, but my room is still a mess) but I had a good time--Martian with friends, a long walk with another friend, and then dancing for several hours. So that's at least happy, even if I'd still really like another day in the weekend!