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Sep. 17th, 2009 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verity83The last load of laundry is in the dryer. I had three loads today.
The grain is all ground. I did a massive grinding: soft white wheat, hard red wheat, and a bit of rye. So I shouldn't have to do it again for a while.
One loaf of bread is baked and a tray of buns is now baking.
I even have been folding the laundry as it comes out of the dryer and I vacuumed up my flour/grain grinding mess.
Oh, and I made granola.
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I've been doing a lot of floor-sitting today, which I like to do and is comfy as long as I stay sitting, but getting up is a pain in the butt. Quite literally.
GooGoo hasn't moved much since early this morning. Naturally I'm panicking.
And I have heartburn. I'm going to blame the disgustingly addictive pound cake that Donna left here last night from the memorial. It's really not THAT good... yet I keep stuffing it in my face. I've had enough now though. When my loaf of rye bread cools down a bit more I'll have egg salad-leek-tomato sandwich and cottage cheese.
Breakfast: Cereal made of rolled oats and some concoction of rolled grains of Dan's that I think is wheat and barley, with blueberries, dried cranberries, almonds, and soy milk powder. It turned GREEN. I have no idea why. One of my powder supplementary substances reacting to something, perhaps?
Lunch: I mentioned it already above, although I haven't actually EATEN it yet.
Dinner: Leftover potato soup from last night, a piece of an oatmeal-raisin cookie, a piece of cornbread, slice of pie.
What is left? Pears. Pears and more pears. I'm not sure I want to deal with pears, but somebody has to do it, and Dan is busy and already did more than his share of chores today and yesterday. I have such a nice husband.
Definitely going to see if I can make room in the fridge to put some of them in there and buy myself another day of procrastination. If I can get half of them done today, my conscience will be sufficiently eased. So glad it's not a hugemongous amount of pears. About 1/3 of a milk crate.
Okay, time to make and eat my lunch.
The grain is all ground. I did a massive grinding: soft white wheat, hard red wheat, and a bit of rye. So I shouldn't have to do it again for a while.
One loaf of bread is baked and a tray of buns is now baking.
I even have been folding the laundry as it comes out of the dryer and I vacuumed up my flour/grain grinding mess.
Oh, and I made granola.
***
I've been doing a lot of floor-sitting today, which I like to do and is comfy as long as I stay sitting, but getting up is a pain in the butt. Quite literally.
GooGoo hasn't moved much since early this morning. Naturally I'm panicking.
And I have heartburn. I'm going to blame the disgustingly addictive pound cake that Donna left here last night from the memorial. It's really not THAT good... yet I keep stuffing it in my face. I've had enough now though. When my loaf of rye bread cools down a bit more I'll have egg salad-leek-tomato sandwich and cottage cheese.
Breakfast: Cereal made of rolled oats and some concoction of rolled grains of Dan's that I think is wheat and barley, with blueberries, dried cranberries, almonds, and soy milk powder. It turned GREEN. I have no idea why. One of my powder supplementary substances reacting to something, perhaps?
Lunch: I mentioned it already above, although I haven't actually EATEN it yet.
Dinner: Leftover potato soup from last night, a piece of an oatmeal-raisin cookie, a piece of cornbread, slice of pie.
What is left? Pears. Pears and more pears. I'm not sure I want to deal with pears, but somebody has to do it, and Dan is busy and already did more than his share of chores today and yesterday. I have such a nice husband.
Definitely going to see if I can make room in the fridge to put some of them in there and buy myself another day of procrastination. If I can get half of them done today, my conscience will be sufficiently eased. So glad it's not a hugemongous amount of pears. About 1/3 of a milk crate.
Okay, time to make and eat my lunch.
