It’s been one of those days. Rain. Wind. Dreary gray sky. Too much work and not enough time. A snit with the spouse, in which he hung up the telephone. I mean, how rude. RUDE! I would never do such a thing. Granted, I made a poor choice of words, but was hung up on in the midst of trying to repair that choice of words. So. How immature and annoying. Sometimes there’s no getting through a snit, other than to wait and let everything settle. I hate not having resolution though. Loose ends bug me. He probably thinks I should apologize, but I’m not planning on it, even though it would be a generous and kind thing for me to do.
Consequently, my will to overcompensate with food has superseded the power of the pill (that mood regulating wonder), and I am quite overly sated now after a breakfast, lunch, and afternoon bowl of bean soup. There’s just enough left for one more serving this evening, if I so choose. I don’t even want to think of what my blood sugar might be. I’m sure it’s skyrocketed up, up and away.
On a positive note, I’ve discovered the wonders of pressure cooking. I made a fabulous bean soup in an hour. Not an overnight simmer. Well, I did presoak the beans, but I’m used to the crock pot or an all day stove top simmer. But with pressure? One hour tops! I made a pot roast in under an hour this week also. The meat wasn’t as tender as I’d have liked, but it was a low budget cut, previously frozen, and I didn’t allow it to thaw properly on its own. If I try again, I might use fresh meat of a better grade. It won’t be for a while though. I’m all beefed out.
Work has drained me. Sometimes when there’s a mammoth task that goes on and on and on, it gets tedious and exhausting. I would have liked to have had some time for blogging this week, but alas, it wasn’t to be. In fact, much as I love to visit blogs page by page, I subscribed to bloglines so that I can see everyone’s recent posts at a glance, without visiting each individual blog. It’s such a time saver, albeit much less personal.
I’m so looking forward to the weekend, in which I plan to visit my sister and see her scrumptious little boy, now 3 months old. Hopefully the marital strife will have blown over by then.
