Cooking and company today. <\/p>\n
Ashley arrived from Eugene and moved into the spare bedroom for…eh…who knows. Until she finds a place of her own. Or doesn’t and stays. Or whatever. We’ll see. <\/p>\n
Before she got here, there was much cooking. I do this periodically on a Sunday. Cook several different meals at once, that is. I made chili, some meat for stew or stroganoff, soup, and a bunch of spicy tomato sauce for Shaksuka or pasta. Hopefully, I will feel like eating it this week. Often, doing the cooking sort of ruins the eating. As it did today. The food is in the fridge and freezer ready to be eaten another day.<\/p>\n
Once I got the various food items in a state where they could be unattended, I started reading “the Haunting of Hill House” and am loving it so far. Very atmospheric and psychological. <\/p>\n
I also had an unexpected invitation to drinks with one of my favorite people in the world. Which was great until it …just wasn’t anymore. The part where we were both there was fun. A lot of fun. The part where I was the only one there, not so much. I came home feeling a bit…I don’t even quite know. Processing the feeling, I guess. I think I don’t even quite want to admit to myself how I felt. Maybe I’ll figure it out after I sleep on it. <\/p>\n
It’s making me uncomfortable to even think about it, so there’s…something. It’s a vaguely Fiona Apple-ish feeling. <\/p>\n
Ultimately, I got to spend time with someone I enjoy and don’t get to see as often as I’d like. That’s all that really matters. <\/p>\n
I will think about it another day, just like Scarlett O’Hara, because right this second I am sleepy.<\/p>\n
It was a very good day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"