So that's, like, half of yesterday's to-do list more or less done after two days. That's not bad.

I was supposed to get my haircut today. I was weirdly nervous about it, thinking about how I'd tell Amy who cuts my hair what happened, or if I even would. I ended up waiting for 25 minutes after my appt time and decided to bail, partially because I had also forgotten to bring a magazine or iPod or anything and 25 minutes of just waiting was plenty. And Amy just called and offerred me a free conditioning or waxing or something to make up for it. I feel bad for making her feel bad about it - it's so not a problem that she ran long, I just don't want to bother with any of that right now. I am still trying to work out if moisturizing is worth the effort, and it takes two minutes at home

Before that, Mom came by and we went to lunch and she helped me with some yard work. That was nice.

My cunning plan to mix up a batch of 2-egg quickbread batter (4:1 sourdough starter:egg by weight, plus a teaspoon of baking powder/egg, maybe some sugar if I remember) early in the week and use it for several days breakfast is working out pretty well so far. Pancakes yesterday, waffles today, I think muffins tomorrow which will probably use it up  - though it will also produce more than one breakfast's worth of muffins, I suspect.

That time of year again: if I have done anything to offend, please forgive me, I didn't mean to. And, hey, let me know what it was so I can not do it again.

I'm sure there has been much that I could have done and did not in the past year, and I am sorry for those omissions whether anyone out there noticed them or not. I let my world get very small lately, which I think I needed to do and in all honesty will probably not change a whole lot with any great speed, but I still regret the conversations not had.

I don't know that we will be observing Rosh Hashanah at all this year. DH has meetings to go to this evening and needs the car for work stuff today, so we won't be at services tonight and our holiday meal will not be anything special. I think I've got some apples and honey, at least. I would have to go to tomorrow's services by myself, if I were to go. I suspect I will not. I need to get the tires rotated and fill prescriptions and getting dressed up and going to services on top of that sounds like Too Much. It's unfortunate that DH's big work move is during the High Holy Days, but what can you do?

Tomorrow night we are going to see My Bloody Valentine. I have very little idea what to expect.

I had hoped to be breathing well enough to go for a bike ride this morning. Not happening, but I feel well enough to try to stay awake all day and maybe get some housecleaning done. So, improvement.

Weirdly, I made plum preserves yesterday. A week ago, we got free plums as a gift-with-purchase from the Vegetable Patch, and we were only able to eat half of them before they started shrivelling a little, so I found a recipe for preserves. It was pretty easy since I wasn't going whole hog with jars and now I feel like competent foodstuffs managing person. When we get too much fruit (as we usually do because it all looks so good) I always rationalise it by saying I will juice whatever we don't eat, or freeze it or something, but usually it ends up in the compost (which is also ok, because 'hooray, compost') but for once I have followed through.

Seeing Sharon Gless on Burn Notice was so great, it makes me madder at Nip/Tuck for wasting her.

ION, no disasters today! That I know of, anyway.

Happy Solstice!

Time to flip the mattress. When I bought this mattress, it came with instructions to flip it four times a year and to alternate fliipping it lengthwise and sideways to work through all teh orientation permutations. So I flip it lengthwise on the solstices and sideways on the equinoxes.

A bunch of people are doing "what i've been up to for the last 20 years" posts on a mailing list I'm on, since many of us haven't been in contact for about that long. I am finding myself completely unable to approach the task. I lived a lot of different places, worked many different jobs, and a bunch of stuff happened to me, but I can't put it all together with any sort of narrative structure. Theater of the Absurd, perhaps, but that would don't know that I can sufficiently commit to that. I feel like Homer Simpson at the end of the episode where they somehow acquired the giant Easter Island heads "It's just a bunch of stuff that happened." Not worth making those people read through, you know?

I think I am still in my post-crisis funk; everything is fine and therefore I don't know what to do with myself. And everything being fine means I have no good stories, because fine=boring, crises are exciting.

ION, I'm finally going to fill my Adderall prescription, so maybe that will help with the ennui and aimlessness as well as the perpetual attention difficulties. Could happen.