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Written in a slow moment at work this morning
I haven't been updating this thing properly lately. In fact, I haven't been doing much at all that involves the computer at home. Mostly, I've been too tired to do anything in the evening before going to bed other than read through the day's LJ entries, post something short and pithy about cleaning, and then collapse in a tired heap. I've been writing at work, so the August Writing challenge continues apace, even if I'm not posting the results every day.
Everything else has pretty much gone by the wayside.
There just isn't enough time in the day for me to do everything I want and need to do, and still post meaningful stuff on LJ. At least, not right now. Eventually I hope that I'll be able to strike a good balance and be more present online again.
I haven't been to my line dancing class since July. I'm taking a break from it, and I'll be returning in September. I miss it, but there's just so much other stuff that needs handling that I don't know when I'm going to fit it all in. I seem to have something scheduled for practically every day of the week, even when I'm not busy. I misplaced my agenda, and now I find that I've accidentally double-booked myself for several events. I've managed to fix most of my mistakes, but I really have to dig out my agenda and start using it again.
My apartment is still clean. I am trying to actively keep it clean and tidy now, so that I never have to deal with the stress of a disgusting apartment ever again. When the state of your home gives you anxiety dreams, that is a Bad Thing. I do truly enjoy having a clean apartment. It gives me joy and keeps me relaxed. It lets me cook, and sit around with my cats, who are also much happier when the place is clean. It means they have room to romp around with their toys and such.
The banana bread turned out to be a success. I may leave it in five minutes less next time, because the outside was cooked just a tad too much for my liking, but it was thick and gooey and yummy, and I sent![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
toughlovemuse home with half a loaf last night because there's no way I'll ever be able to eat all of it on my own. Had I known just how stupidly easy it is to make banana bread, I'd have started making it a long time ago.
I'm also slowly getting back into the habit of cooking. I enjoy cooking, although I don't enjoy cooking only for myself as much as I enjoy cooking for other people. I'm just going to have to start having many more people over for dinner from now on. Anyone other thantoughlovemuse feel like being my cooking guinea pig?
Sadly, like every other skill, cooking gets rusty through lack of use. The shepherd's pie turned out a little more runny than I'd have liked, and there was a tad too much Mazola oil in the breaded zucchini (*insert Gordon Korman joke here*), but it all worked out well enough in the end, and the banana bread more than compensated for any lack in the main course. Although I was careful, I ended up making too much food anyway, which has always been my problem: I can cook for one or I can cook for ten, but cooking for two is a challenge. Tonight there will be leftovers.
Work proceeds as it usually does. I've spent most of this week doing archiving. That means putting stuff into boxes, affixing sticky bar code labels to the boxes, and transcribing the contents onto a bill of lading and into an Excel file on the computer. It's long, boring, and back-breaking, and I'm very glad it's over for now.
# of boxes completed: 26
# of boxes left: 0 (for now)
# of paper cuts: 7
# of cardboard cuts: 2
# of new bruises: 5
# of miscellaneous injuries: 1
I have hurt my wrist, speaking of miscellaneous injuries. This predates the archiving, and I'm just hoping it's not some sort of repetitive-strain injury. That would seriously suck. It's been hurting on and off for a while, and this week decided that it would be more "on" than "off." If it's still hurting tomorrow, I shall have it checked out. It seems slightly better today: yesterday it hurt like a SOB, but I attribute that to my having carted heavy archiving boxes all over the place all day long. Today it's back to only hurting when I move it in certain ways.
The One Form has made its monthly appearance. Colour me thrilled. Well, I guess someone needs to do it, and that someone may as well be me while I'm here. It's not so bad: I've got it down to a science now, in which it only takes me about half a day instead of the day and a half it used to take. I know what to look for and where to look for it, and so all I need to do, really, is grit my teeth and just get it over with. The anticipation is worse than the actual job, I think.
My filing is pretty much up to date. Sometime today or tomorrow I should empty out my accordion folder, and then the filing will be completely up to date. Somehow I'm not really inspired to do that, but it really is a necessary evil, and if I let it pile up now, while things are quiet at the office, I can only imagine what kind of nightmare it will grow into once things start speeding up again. See, the CAM is on vacation for three weeks. She'll be back the week after next, and she brings chaos in her wake. I like her, but I can't say I'm looking forward to having her back. When she's not here my workload gets reduced by about 75%. I'm not kidding. If she's here, I fall behind in my work. When she's gone, I stay on top of my work. You do the math. :P
This weekend I'm heading off to the Godforsaken Howling Wilderness for the last time in my own car. That's right, boys and girls, in exactly ten days' time the Huge Damn Financial Albatross is going back to the dealer, and I shall officially be without wheels. I'm excited, and a wee bit sad at losing my girl, but definitely looking forward to having a little more cash to hand. So I am using my last car-enabled weekend to take my girl for one last spin, and in so doing I shall seefearsclave and a bunch of non-LJ-enabled friends who are rumoured to be coming up for the weekend. I am looking forward to seeing them again, since I haven't seen some of them in going on two years now. I'm also looking forward to meeting fearsclave's latest feline force of entropy, who goes by the name of "Rusty" and is, I am told, appalling in the extreme. You can see photos of Rusty being appalling on fearsclave's LJ. He's pretty damned adorable.
So this is what's been going on in Phnee's world of late. As you can see, dear readers, you're not missing all that much. Mostly it's cleaning and cooking and cats, a little bit of writing, and a lot of seeing friends and generally being all sociable-like. Nothing earth-shattering, just domestic tranquility.
I have been reading LJ, as mentioned, but just haven't had the energy to comment on most entries. My apologies for that. Once I get used to the new schedule I've imposed on myself, I shall doubtless start commenting more.
Everything else has pretty much gone by the wayside.
There just isn't enough time in the day for me to do everything I want and need to do, and still post meaningful stuff on LJ. At least, not right now. Eventually I hope that I'll be able to strike a good balance and be more present online again.
I haven't been to my line dancing class since July. I'm taking a break from it, and I'll be returning in September. I miss it, but there's just so much other stuff that needs handling that I don't know when I'm going to fit it all in. I seem to have something scheduled for practically every day of the week, even when I'm not busy. I misplaced my agenda, and now I find that I've accidentally double-booked myself for several events. I've managed to fix most of my mistakes, but I really have to dig out my agenda and start using it again.
My apartment is still clean. I am trying to actively keep it clean and tidy now, so that I never have to deal with the stress of a disgusting apartment ever again. When the state of your home gives you anxiety dreams, that is a Bad Thing. I do truly enjoy having a clean apartment. It gives me joy and keeps me relaxed. It lets me cook, and sit around with my cats, who are also much happier when the place is clean. It means they have room to romp around with their toys and such.
The banana bread turned out to be a success. I may leave it in five minutes less next time, because the outside was cooked just a tad too much for my liking, but it was thick and gooey and yummy, and I sent
toughlovemuse home with half a loaf last night because there's no way I'll ever be able to eat all of it on my own. Had I known just how stupidly easy it is to make banana bread, I'd have started making it a long time ago. I'm also slowly getting back into the habit of cooking. I enjoy cooking, although I don't enjoy cooking only for myself as much as I enjoy cooking for other people. I'm just going to have to start having many more people over for dinner from now on. Anyone other than
toughlovemuse feel like being my cooking guinea pig? Sadly, like every other skill, cooking gets rusty through lack of use. The shepherd's pie turned out a little more runny than I'd have liked, and there was a tad too much Mazola oil in the breaded zucchini (*insert Gordon Korman joke here*), but it all worked out well enough in the end, and the banana bread more than compensated for any lack in the main course. Although I was careful, I ended up making too much food anyway, which has always been my problem: I can cook for one or I can cook for ten, but cooking for two is a challenge. Tonight there will be leftovers.
Work proceeds as it usually does. I've spent most of this week doing archiving. That means putting stuff into boxes, affixing sticky bar code labels to the boxes, and transcribing the contents onto a bill of lading and into an Excel file on the computer. It's long, boring, and back-breaking, and I'm very glad it's over for now.
# of boxes completed: 26
# of boxes left: 0 (for now)
# of paper cuts: 7
# of cardboard cuts: 2
# of new bruises: 5
# of miscellaneous injuries: 1
I have hurt my wrist, speaking of miscellaneous injuries. This predates the archiving, and I'm just hoping it's not some sort of repetitive-strain injury. That would seriously suck. It's been hurting on and off for a while, and this week decided that it would be more "on" than "off." If it's still hurting tomorrow, I shall have it checked out. It seems slightly better today: yesterday it hurt like a SOB, but I attribute that to my having carted heavy archiving boxes all over the place all day long. Today it's back to only hurting when I move it in certain ways.
The One Form has made its monthly appearance. Colour me thrilled. Well, I guess someone needs to do it, and that someone may as well be me while I'm here. It's not so bad: I've got it down to a science now, in which it only takes me about half a day instead of the day and a half it used to take. I know what to look for and where to look for it, and so all I need to do, really, is grit my teeth and just get it over with. The anticipation is worse than the actual job, I think.
My filing is pretty much up to date. Sometime today or tomorrow I should empty out my accordion folder, and then the filing will be completely up to date. Somehow I'm not really inspired to do that, but it really is a necessary evil, and if I let it pile up now, while things are quiet at the office, I can only imagine what kind of nightmare it will grow into once things start speeding up again. See, the CAM is on vacation for three weeks. She'll be back the week after next, and she brings chaos in her wake. I like her, but I can't say I'm looking forward to having her back. When she's not here my workload gets reduced by about 75%. I'm not kidding. If she's here, I fall behind in my work. When she's gone, I stay on top of my work. You do the math. :P
This weekend I'm heading off to the Godforsaken Howling Wilderness for the last time in my own car. That's right, boys and girls, in exactly ten days' time the Huge Damn Financial Albatross is going back to the dealer, and I shall officially be without wheels. I'm excited, and a wee bit sad at losing my girl, but definitely looking forward to having a little more cash to hand. So I am using my last car-enabled weekend to take my girl for one last spin, and in so doing I shall see
fearsclave and a bunch of non-LJ-enabled friends who are rumoured to be coming up for the weekend. I am looking forward to seeing them again, since I haven't seen some of them in going on two years now. I'm also looking forward to meeting fearsclave's latest feline force of entropy, who goes by the name of "Rusty" and is, I am told, appalling in the extreme. You can see photos of Rusty being appalling on fearsclave's LJ. He's pretty damned adorable. So this is what's been going on in Phnee's world of late. As you can see, dear readers, you're not missing all that much. Mostly it's cleaning and cooking and cats, a little bit of writing, and a lot of seeing friends and generally being all sociable-like. Nothing earth-shattering, just domestic tranquility.
I have been reading LJ, as mentioned, but just haven't had the energy to comment on most entries. My apologies for that. Once I get used to the new schedule I've imposed on myself, I shall doubtless start commenting more.