![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceOof.
I have chopped All The Oranges. All of them. It was ... sticky, and went on for a very long time. And I was tense to begin with, and I missed a phone call that might have mattered because my hands were all covered with gloop; and you know that thing about how pets know when you're wound up and come to offer solace? Well, hah. Mac knows when I'm wound up, and comes to wind me further. And doesn't stop. Ever. And what should make me laugh makes me yell at him, and then I feel guilty as well as tense, and...
Well. Like that. But I have done with chopping, for the nonce; and the marmalade is so much that it's almost too much for my giant stockpot, and I'd better be watchful when it boils.
And my poor burned finger is stinging, for all the world as though all that citric acid has eaten through the nice new skin. But no, obviously it cannot be that.
I have chopped All The Oranges. All of them. It was ... sticky, and went on for a very long time. And I was tense to begin with, and I missed a phone call that might have mattered because my hands were all covered with gloop; and you know that thing about how pets know when you're wound up and come to offer solace? Well, hah. Mac knows when I'm wound up, and comes to wind me further. And doesn't stop. Ever. And what should make me laugh makes me yell at him, and then I feel guilty as well as tense, and...
Well. Like that. But I have done with chopping, for the nonce; and the marmalade is so much that it's almost too much for my giant stockpot, and I'd better be watchful when it boils.
And my poor burned finger is stinging, for all the world as though all that citric acid has eaten through the nice new skin. But no, obviously it cannot be that.