I'd forget my face to spite my stupid nose

That moment where you find your only pair of clean jeans has been serving just a little too long as a day-bed for Helpful Cat Being Helpful (Occupy Laundry! Make Things Flat!) and can no longer conceivably be described as clean, despite Helpful Cat's being black of fur as the jeans are black of denim?

...is totally eclipsed by that moment where you get to the library to work and unpack your things and find yay that you remembered the bike locks and the bottle of water and the reading glasses and the everyday glasses and the book you had to return - and that you forgot the laptop, which means that there is nothing you can do but pack it all back up again and unlock the bike again and come on home.

I have a totality of fed, with a side order of up. On some level no doubt it's self-sabotage, like reading Facebook and playing in the kitchen and the garden and so forth. And now I have to go shopping for dinner tonight - but when I get back, I am going to do some fucking work. I just am.

On the other hand...

I have an Anova sous-vide machine on loan, which is currently soft-boiling two duck eggs for me in a first trial run. I am timing them with an app on my portable computing device, aka the smartphone. I have a cup of coffee at my side, that I just made with the Aeropress of my heart. It ain't all bad.

Also I have bought a chicken and taken out the giblets and cut away the excess fat and the wishbone (for ease of carving later) and washed it and dried it and salted and peppered it, and now I'm leaving it to come up to room temp before I slow-roast it in my beloved old Le Creuset casserole on a bed of mushrooms and sun-dried tomatoes from the farmers' market; and to go with I have parsnips which I'm going to try on the reused bed of coffee beans, and baby fingerling potatoes which I will poach sous-vide in butter. Truly, it ain't all bad.

Now, as advertised, I shall work. Until my eggs are done. Then there will be devilled chicken livers on toast. Wtih eggs. And Star Trek: TNG, at the end of which I almost am.