The cookies that I made yesterday, while not bad for a chocolate chip cookie, should never have included the words ‘peanut butter’ in their title. There simply wasn’t enough peanut butter in the recipe to even really taste it.
Nevertheless, they made a good breakfast.
No one seemed to be entirely clear yesterday on how this furlough thing was supposed to be happening, since it kicked in in the middle of a week. So I decided that the best thing to do was hedge my bets and come in to work today, but only work a half day. It was about as hard a decision to make as I am sure you can imagine (hint – not remotely hard at all). And then I went and dropped off some overdue library books, and I got my allergy shots (and had a lovely chat with the nurse there about the dismal state of the economy – one thing you can say about this recession is that at least it’s a nice conversational change than the state of the weather), and then I came home. I suppose I ought to have sat down and worked on my novel, but instead I plopped down in a chair in the living room (where I was promptly piled upon by a constantly rotating pile of up to four cats/kittens) and finished up the book I started this morning. I suspect that I would enjoy “Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters” far more if I had tracked down a copy of the original novel and read that first, but I had a good enough recollection of the general plot to find humor in how the author managed to weave tales of sea monsters and pirates and also vague references to Lovecraftian creatures surprisingly seamlessly into a story about repressed Victorian love affairs (or whatever time period it is – I admit to being a little vague on the details).
Richard had dropped off his car to get the required smog check (so that we can renew its registration) and also to have some sort of recall notice dealt with (props to Honda for being willing to fix faulty parts in cars even when they are nearly ten years old), so after I was done reading my book and emptying / refilling the dishwasher and setting up a load of laundry, I picked him up, and off we headed to my parents’ house for a (very early) birthday celebration for my brother-in-law. There was a lot of chatter and laughter, and we played games and we ate homemade pie, and it was very nice.
Nanowrimo update: Sadly, I have no excuse. I really ought to have done some writing today, but….it did not happen, and now I am about a day and a half behind. We’ve nothing planned this weekend, however, except another trip to Apple Hill with friends, and some general cleaning and baking (well, admittedly, the only one who will be baking is me), so I have every intention of catching up on word count.
Oh, and if you’ve got a few extra bucks to spare, please consider donating them to a good cause. Instead of both of us doing separate donation pages, we’re doing just Richard’s (that way we don’t have to raise as much for both of us to attend the Night of Writing Dangerously, because he can bring me as his guest). And, if you donate, Richard will name a character after you in his novel, so really, what more incentive do you need?