I’m writing another post, though it’s hours later than I planned.
I washed up, cooked my tea and cooked the ratatouille for tomorrow. And possibly the day after.
I watched tea and relaxed after Julia returned from her busy social life eating pizza, read the end of a Hamish MacBeth novel and moved a few things round (that’s a Stage I declutter).
The wrestling with my conscience went well, and by the time Julia returned I was ready to serve up my healthy tea.
The veggie burgers, with spicy mushrooms and ratatouille, were very acceptable, They kept their shape and the rice seemed to work. Whether the rice is worth the bother is a different matter. It’s one of the few things I ever worry about in relation to food poisoning.
That leaves a number of things not done, including most of the blog reading, the new lists, the washing up…
I did procrastinate rather well though, even if I say so myself, and am torn between pride at procrastinating so well, and shame at my idleness.
The photographs? Ah, well…
By the time I had served the food it wasn’t looking particularly photogenic and I was quite hungry.
Tomorrow’s list includes just three items.
Take Julia to the doctor (for a review, nothing serious)
Blog (as it’s after midnight I’m already in “tomorrow”, so that’s in progress).
Eat cake with father. It’s his 91st birthday party. We are men of simple pleasures.
Oh, and do the washing up which I avoided tonight.
That makes four items. I’ll maker it five by adding the requirement to rough out the talk for the Numismatic Society. That’s enough for a day off.
Photos tonight come from an old camera card I found stored with some flash drives I’m using for the presentation. I’ve used some but it’s easier to reload them than try to pull them from the depths of my WP photo library.
The sunset is from the farm and the others are from Whitby.