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Aug. 21st, 2012
SFX: whizz!
Aug. 21st, 2012 11:26 amSo the day should have started earlier, for lo, I had a 7.30am coffee date in town; but at 7am I was in fact still in bed, and Karen was heading for the shower, so. Not going to make that, then.
So I saw Karen off and slumped charmlessly in front of my computer as I do, to read emails and poke at the internets until such time as the siren lure of hot water and unguents draw me towards the bathroom in my turn - only I was LJ-interruptus with a text from K, a minor emergency related to her car. Which was in the station car park, twenty minutes away.
Unshowered and unsanitary, then, off I whizz. And lay a Spell of Warding over the K-mobile, to keep her safe; and then I am turning for home again when I think, oh, wait. I am in town, and my stood-up coffee-date is just down Murphy there...
So I trot down all penitent, and there she is, all forgiving; and we send a text to K to reassure her, and I subside into my first caffeine of the day. With an extra shot.
And get a lift home later, to discover that the true disaster of the day has just manifested all around me: the boys' breakfast! Is late! Oh noes!
Hence, I am convinced, hairball of unusual size and viscosity. Under bare feet, yes, post-eventual-shower. Sigh. Need another pot of coffee, super-strong. Whizz!
Still. All is now peaceful. I went to the store to procure garlic, and came home with garlic and wine and wine-soaked oak wood chips and olive oil; and I have whizzed a whole head of garlic and half a sage-bush with enough oil and salt to make a paste, and I have slathered that all over a hunk of pork for later smoky grilling, and you know that splendid phrase "I can see no way in which this can possibly go wrong"? This is the first time I have ever used it non-ironically. You should probably come to dinner.
So I saw Karen off and slumped charmlessly in front of my computer as I do, to read emails and poke at the internets until such time as the siren lure of hot water and unguents draw me towards the bathroom in my turn - only I was LJ-interruptus with a text from K, a minor emergency related to her car. Which was in the station car park, twenty minutes away.
Unshowered and unsanitary, then, off I whizz. And lay a Spell of Warding over the K-mobile, to keep her safe; and then I am turning for home again when I think, oh, wait. I am in town, and my stood-up coffee-date is just down Murphy there...
So I trot down all penitent, and there she is, all forgiving; and we send a text to K to reassure her, and I subside into my first caffeine of the day. With an extra shot.
And get a lift home later, to discover that the true disaster of the day has just manifested all around me: the boys' breakfast! Is late! Oh noes!
Hence, I am convinced, hairball of unusual size and viscosity. Under bare feet, yes, post-eventual-shower. Sigh. Need another pot of coffee, super-strong. Whizz!
Still. All is now peaceful. I went to the store to procure garlic, and came home with garlic and wine and wine-soaked oak wood chips and olive oil; and I have whizzed a whole head of garlic and half a sage-bush with enough oil and salt to make a paste, and I have slathered that all over a hunk of pork for later smoky grilling, and you know that splendid phrase "I can see no way in which this can possibly go wrong"? This is the first time I have ever used it non-ironically. You should probably come to dinner.
It's a pointless quest, I know - but would someone please like to catsplain to me why [name redacted, to protect myself] would bypass (a) the butter and (b) the bacon, in his relentless pursuit of - wait for it - cornsilk?