Thursday 18 December

So, it snowed yesterday. About 3-4 inches. It wasn't bad walking home. I wore my good boots and changed into shoes at work. MR the sales rep came by late in the afternoon. He was all funny and charming and irreverent and flirty. That was nice, makes an old broad like me feel like a lovely woman. Plus he and I both enjoy making fun of L.

I baked last night and wrapped and packed the box to send to RH. The recipe says to bake for 25 minutes at 375, but I am thinking either 350 or 375 at 20 minutes. The top was almost too brown, almost burned. I was upset about that. And then I had the very hot dishes setting out to cool and Nick the little bastard jumped up and ate part of the top off! What is his problem. I was completely ready to do him seriously injury, if not outright kill him, wring his little neck and fling him out into the snow. Crow food. I had shut him in the cat room while I cooked, it was the only way to make the process tolerable. He yowls the whole time I cook and angers me so much.

We are supposed to get more snow tomorrow. I hope M and them driving from Boston are prudent about it all. Or that it isn't too bad. The rumor mongers are already saying, "2 feet!" Like Chicken Littles they are. I looked at the weather and could see it was too soon to determine accumulation. That was last night. This morning will tell another tale.

And tonight is choir, and the story is we are staying as long as we need to to learn the music. Which I hope isn't too late.

My fatigue has reached automatic pilot endurance level. Trudge on and don't think mode. I had moments yesterday when I felt the weight of it just pushing down on me. And there is nothing I can do but keep going. There's snow and that makes walking harder -- just keep going. I am not complaining. I am merely recording the truth.

I am interested in seeing what the coconut raspberry bars are looking like this morning, after having cooled and set. I need to cut them into squares and put them on a plate. Or something. I also cooked chicken thighs for the dogs last night, and it was getting late -- after 9 -- and the smell of the cooking made me feel a little bit sick. Such was my fatigue. I watched 30 Rock online while they cooked and then went to bed. I didn't even read. Lights out.

I want to watch The Office soon. These are last week's episodes -- their Christmas episodes. 30 Rock was okay. Seeing like part of the deal is letting one of the actresses sing. Kinda boring but oh well. There is always some good mocking humor tho.

Oh blah. I bore myself. Time for tea and the next thing. I have to do something with those thighs. Gross.