This was after Noir Alley. But I came back to the TV to eat 'em, with an episode of "Insecure", and after I set the plate aside a cat climbed onto me (see aforementioned chilliness), and next thing I knew the credits were rolling and a lightbulb went off and I said "Oh shit!" and made the cat get up in a hurry, in a way I usually don't. Usually I stir a little and then maybe a little more and let it be the cat's idea. Years of the lessons of codependency still pay off in interspecies relations sometimes. Anyway, the "oh shit" was that the whole wheat macaroni had been boiling for at least 25 minutes.
Happily, not only did the big pot survive (the bottom will need to soak) but the macaroni, tho far from al dente, retained its shape and will be smooshily edible. I know, cuz I stirred some cheese and minced onion into a few spoonfuls, just to try it out.
I've also done the dishes and given the (other) cat fluids and I'm going to go ahead and take care of the trash stuff now, as serious rain's a-comin' later today. I might finish trimming the literal hedge out front (figurative hedges are fine), and I'll cram a little more compost in the bin either way. Then it'll be a little indoor cleaning and straightening up, alternating with periods of Sunday chillin' out. All this after I post a postcard for today and put on clothing that'll work better outside than these pjs pants, sweatshirt and socks.
This is the first chilly patch o' days we've had since Spring. I'm lovin' it.
Somehow the chorus leadership STILL hasn't emailed us to let us know whether the director tomorrow night will be the maybe-rapist/-rape-collaborator/accessor
I think I might paint the kitchen and its cabinets pink & white before I paint the last living room wall (very pale lavender). 'Tis the season to take some time off work, even, to work around the house.
Good Sunday, readers.
