I’m cooking breakfast.
I’ve never actually heard anybody say “thundermug” – not even my antique-dealer friend – but I’ve run across the term a few times in books so I didn’t need to look it up.
Currently 49 (wind chill 46) and mostly NOS. High today 51, low tonight 26. May actually go for a walk today, not just think about it. Lady SCAdian wants to do some rearranging in the bedroom this afternoon. Stuffed peppers for supper tonight.
I don’t think y’all could handle a lifestyle as exciting as mine. 
Just reading about the dip festival made me salivate. Food should be fun. Maybe not always, but sometimes.
Just realized I wrote a bit of a book earlier. And now it seems my dad might go home on Monday. Feeling a bit of whiplash myself. He was posting at 6:15 this morning (his time), which is more typical of his normal schedule, and he wrote an email (on his phone, no less). He’s in the 15% of patients who have this problem, so it’s not that rare.
In other news I decided to channel Mooooom and pulled pumpkin puree and the filling for chicken pot pie from the freezer. Tomorrow I’m making pumpkin pie for hubby’s birthday and the chicken pot pie is for Monday’s lunch. Wrote some postcards and tidied up a bit. Now to watch yesterday’s Doctor Who again, because I fell asleep last night and missed most of the middle.
I’m up, drinking a cup of half-caff. The pups have been outside and their dishes filled. Wifey is still abed. Vinnie and Gibbs are ensconced on the couch. Did I tell you our pork roast was over 9 pounds? It filled our ancient aluminum dutch oven. Wifey cooked it with salt, pepper, garlic salt and root beer. It was/is quite good, which is a good thing, as we have a whole big lot of it left over in the form of pulled pork.
there’s also leftover arroz con pollo in the fridge which I’m considering for breakfast. I may chuck a big glump of it in the frypan to heat up and then break a couple eggs over it. Don’t judge.
My plans for the day involve…nothing. Hey, I’m good at it.
2021 is looking good so far.
I was definitely sad it didn’t happen. Hoping to get some of our dip dinner in tonight, but it may need to wait until tomorrow instead since it’s about to start snowing again.
It’s noon and I still don’t have regular clothes on. Just sitting around in my PJs on my first conference call of the day and hoping it’s also my last…so I can start making dip. The last member of the family (my husband) just woke up a few minutes ago. I’m really jealous. I hope I don’t need to work tomorrow. I mean, I probably will, but jeez, I’m burnt.
I’m doing the same, except with Outlander. Woke up long enough two episodes later having missed several major battles and invasions, the death of a major character to just turn it off, telling myself I’d start over tomorrow. Currently the British are chasing the rebellious Scots all over northern England. We all know how that turned out but I’ll have a pleasant time watching those brawny boys in their dashing kilts anyhow.
Time to grab some leftovers for lunch. Cornbread stuffing spoon bread and ham. An orange or apple if I persist in virtuousness channeling FCM and swampy.
Up early due to cat pukage on the blanket this morning. Since I was already up and doing stuff, I so far have done a load of laundry, had breakfast (green ham quesadilla), made a Home Depot run, re-erected my steel privacy screens that the winds toppled Thursday, pruned the roses in front, dosed the patio and walkway cracks with my homebrew weed/grass killer, cleaned out a shelf in the fridge, fed the cats, scooped the litter boxes, refilled the bird feeder, picked up Land O’Lakes hot cocoa from the only store in miles that carries it, hit the Mexican grocery for more local tortillas and it isn’t even 11am yet! Better pace myself, there’s still Sunday to go before work starts up again for the new semester.
Shelves have been assembled and placed where they’ll live… for now. Sheets have been washed and are in the dryer. Critter fountain has been cleaned. I’ve been helping my daughter shop for curtains - virtually. I’m about to clean out the ashes from the pellet stove.
Whew! So much for a lazy afternoon!
Pellet stove is clean and fired up again. And the bed is made, mostly. Taz peed on the comforter which, fortunately, wasn’t on the bed. It’s now in the washer. He’s now on The ListTM tho I suspect his old age is a contributing factor.
Not sure what supper will be - assorted miscellany, I guess. Maybe a salad. Then chillage.
Howdy Y’all! Laziness has definitely ruled the day. I did make ham ‘n cheese omelets, grits, and bizkits for spoiled brat’s bday brunch. He was a slugabed until ten this mornin’. He loves to sleep in after years and years of up and at irk at five a.m. and such. Hey, that’s what retirement is for, right? I told him I would take him to N.O.L. at Sonny’s after deheathenization tomorrow, which made him happy. I also promised pancakes 'n snausages for sup tomorrow. He should be grateful to have landed someone like me. 
Mrs. L.A. received new fairings for the luggage rack on her RAV4. (The original right-front one was lost on the road.) Apparently, it’s one of my Christmas presents to her from the $100 gift card I gave her. She also got her license tabs.
Little accomplished today. I made the traditional Saturday breakfast, did the dishes, got the slow cooker vessel out of the dishwasher and washed it again (with Barkeeper’s Friend), and put that fairing on the RAV. The ribs from the Christmas roast have been in the oven for almost three hours. I think they’ll be ready in another hour or two.
Just got a call from my sister.
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Her ‘husband’s’ brother-in-law, ‘C’, who lived in a shed behind their house for more than 20 years, died peacefully in it on the 26th while watching TV.
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‘C’ is in the ER. He stepped on a dirty bolt at a junk yard, and it pierced his shoe and the ball of his foot. Now his leg is about twice as big as his other leg. One of his toes had turned white. When he went to clean it, the skin came off. He has diabetes.
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My nephew has chosen her female name.
Never a dull moment, eh Johnny?
Home after a long day at irk. Chillage is occurring, with my feet bandaged into oh-so-sexy bunion splints. The kitties have split a can of gooshy-food and should be in a good mood. I have charged & refilled Rainbow Brite the humidifier and that is humming away nearby.
Half a joint awaits me while I contemplate dinner options, and fritter away a few rounds of Plants vs Zombies.
Life could be worse.
ERRATA: ‘C’ is my sister’s virtual husband. He’s the one in the ER. ‘R’, the dead guy, was he ex-BIL.
That cat really does need a diaper.
Grocery shopping was irksome enough that a round of Plague Inc might well be on the agenda. Damn near impossible to lay hands on diet soda in cans in our area. We did find a no-sugar fruit-flavored carbonated water substitute, with flavors DH even likes. Plus side: did score a couple of cans of disinfectant spray at Home Depot (their HDX house brand, which I’m quite sure will work just fine). Cold and yuck weather has the arthritic hips hurting.
Dinner Update: decided on pot roast (box frozen, so sue me -but still, a short, high-quality ingredient list) now heating in the oven.
In the meantime, I’m snacking on fresh mozzarella, and some croutons. (They are crunchy & delicious!)
I also decided to do a small load of laundry, and then simply hang in in my bedroom on the clothes rack. My hope is to improve the humidity where I sleep.
Or just make a puddle-y mess all over the floor, who knows.
Evening all. Again a day filled with sloth and inactivity, I really do need to start getting more active. Dinner was de-frozen Cheese Bread and Cherry Kool-Aid (hey, I likes what I like…). Will get out tomorrow to mail electric bill (came in the mail on-time today, yeah) and Dine at Outback.
flyboy, sorry for you sister’s issues, hope her husband does ok, that sounds like some massive antibiotics are in his future.
quietly, FCM, your work ethic makes me want to…lie down and rest some more…
All y’all have a good night.
Greetings from your no-longer-cranky-from-exhaustion Mumper friend, me. I slept and slept, and lo, it was good. I then wrote a letter to the parents of a former student who died by suicide some years back, a few years after he graduated. Depression is a terrible illness; despite all his wise, loving parents did (including providing therapy), their son became too exhausted to continue. This was some years back, but I wanted to let them know their son was not forgotten.
My back was bothering me, but I went to the little gym in my complex anyway–masked up, and having wiped everything down and ensured nobody had been in there for several hours–and spent two hours on the treadmill. This is the first (small, mitigated) risk I’ve taken in ten months. It’s raining buckets out there–has been for two days–and walking was just out of the question. I watched a movie I hadn’t see, The Devil Wears Prada, simply to see how Meryl Streep transformed herself. The woman is a chameleon.
dice, the parish nurse sounds like a godsend. I also had a mother who hated “bothering” people. I had to convince her people felt bad if she didn’t give them the opportunity to do their jobs. Kudos to your mom for learning to make calls via Messenger. I hope your Dad’s intestines regain full function soon.
flyboy, so sorry for your sister. That’s a lot to deal with at once.
swampy, I have a feeling OYKW feels blessed every day to have such a thoughtful partner and superb cook as yourself. Also, I prefer the term “energy conservation” to laziness. 
quietly, please tell me: what makes Land O’Lakes hot cocoa superior? Is it creamier? Chocolatier? Cooler because of the "O’ " in the name?
Yes. Plus comes in about 8 swell flavors. It’s deluxe, gourmet cocoa.
Besides being a quality product and pretty rich for a grocery store cocoa, they have a number of flavors I like. My usual routine is 1 envelope LoL and 1 of Nestles in an oversized mug. I’m particularly fond of the hazelnut, caramel and amaretto cocoas. I have to shop in person miles away because The Jungle only has multipacks that contain flavors I hate, and aren’t much of a cost savings over retail here anyway.