Busy making makework
Nov. 11th, 2010 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperance...So I did in fact go into town, but my working morning was interrupted by dull upgrading and reconfiguring and stuffs that were not entirely my fault, and my thousand words came in as barely five hundred. And then there was the coming-home, where my goals were few and simple of transcription, being three things inherent with B:
Buy Bacon
Buy Beansprouts
Don't Buy any Books
Ahem. Well. One out of three: how bad is that, on a rating of one to ten? *blushes*
So: I came home with beansprouts*, and made the latest iteration of the mussel/oyster pancake/omelette (and nearly forgot to add the oysters, but that's a whole nother issue), by which time it was three o'clock, and I really should organise my days better; these ridiculously late lunches do me nor my work any good at all.
And since then? I have made pork scratchings and pastry and the makings of chicken-and-leek-and-mushroom pie and potatoes. And I have roasted marrowbones and nommed marrow-on-toast just because it's gorgeous and drunk half a bottle of wine and fed the cats and and and. And I have done no work at all, which is an exaggerated version of what I was afraid of.
And I was going to give up and write a post about my grandfathers instead, and call it "Extraordinary Gentlemen" because they were, and because I always think of them on Armistice Day because they both fought all through the First World War and made lives for themselves afterwards, and families, and me; but I don't have it in me to do them any kind of justice, so let that lie.
Dunno what I'll do now. Really I just want to stop, which is kind of ironic, given that I never really got started. Maybe I'll read up about differential calculus, because I had this notion for a ghost story set in a boarding school a century ago [first line: Everyone in this story has been dead from the beginning.], and that apparently is called "Differential Calculus", so I'd probably better see if I can figure out what it means.
*In case you didn't know this, you can keep beansprouts fresh in the fridge by filling their container with water. So long as you remember to change the water daily, they'll keep up to a week that way.
Buy Bacon
Buy Beansprouts
Don't Buy any Books
Ahem. Well. One out of three: how bad is that, on a rating of one to ten? *blushes*
So: I came home with beansprouts*, and made the latest iteration of the mussel/oyster pancake/omelette (and nearly forgot to add the oysters, but that's a whole nother issue), by which time it was three o'clock, and I really should organise my days better; these ridiculously late lunches do me nor my work any good at all.
And since then? I have made pork scratchings and pastry and the makings of chicken-and-leek-and-mushroom pie and potatoes. And I have roasted marrowbones and nommed marrow-on-toast just because it's gorgeous and drunk half a bottle of wine and fed the cats and and and. And I have done no work at all, which is an exaggerated version of what I was afraid of.
And I was going to give up and write a post about my grandfathers instead, and call it "Extraordinary Gentlemen" because they were, and because I always think of them on Armistice Day because they both fought all through the First World War and made lives for themselves afterwards, and families, and me; but I don't have it in me to do them any kind of justice, so let that lie.
Dunno what I'll do now. Really I just want to stop, which is kind of ironic, given that I never really got started. Maybe I'll read up about differential calculus, because I had this notion for a ghost story set in a boarding school a century ago [first line: Everyone in this story has been dead from the beginning.], and that apparently is called "Differential Calculus", so I'd probably better see if I can figure out what it means.
*In case you didn't know this, you can keep beansprouts fresh in the fridge by filling their container with water. So long as you remember to change the water daily, they'll keep up to a week that way.