"People here are all so friendly"

 I started to say it was a strange day, but they're either all strange days or none of them are. 

 

On the one hand, I feel like I didn't do enough with the day.  The house isn't clean enough, all the laundry isn't done, I didn't bake all the things I intended to.    

 

On the other hand, I did clean a bunch of the downstairs, put away some laundry, made baked ricotta, nutmeg muffins, sweet potato pear soup and green rice with grapes and pecans.  (For this soup at least, I substituted 1 part apple cider vinegar, 1 part lemon juice, 2 parts water for dry white wine and I think it worked out pretty well for me.)  I had intended to try to put up yeasted dough for overnight waffles, but that might not happen at this point. 

 

And I went to another meeting where I got both some clarity and some more confusion about how convention a works.  Once, when pinned under Spark for a couple hours while they napped and my devices were unfortunately elsewhere, I tried to figure out first principles for this sort of con, and from there deduce the logic behind how this con's areas of responsibility are split up.      

 

I don't want to do something just because that's been the way it's done, but I also don't want to reinvent the wheel and I can't see yet which parts are wheels and which parts are customs that no longer serve their intended purpose or are intended to solve problems that either aren't problems anymore or could be solved in more elegant ways.

 

Tomorrow maybe I'll pick up the oat bran for the soda bread or try my hand at pizza dough or  see if I can manufacture a reasonable substitute for jerk seasoning from my spice cabinet.  (oh, next house I want a large but shallow cabinet for all my spices and a large and shallow cabinet for my teas)  (speaking of which I'm working on drinking all my teas down, and haven't yet decided where to draw the line of what I don't have to drink, because T2 and I need ot have some conversations about the acceptable amount of star anise in a chai.  Quick hint: there probably shouldn't be enough to make my tongue lightly numb.)  Maybe I'll take the things I need to mail back to eshakti down to the UPS office, or maybe I'll just go to convention b's meeting and hopefully finish the cross stitch I'm working on down to the fussy spangles and beads part which I need to do at home.    But I also definitely have to go to the pharmacy.

 

I use an am/pm day of the week pill container, and I sort my pills out weekly, but I also do this little count in my head because I heard pill containers are one of the causes of people taking the wrong medication or the wrong amount of medication.   The count for the evening for example is,  insomnia, insomnia, migraines, acid reflux, acid reflux, unstable, menopause.   The morning is  crazy, crazy, unstable, acid reflux.  Instead of actually thinking of the drug names when it's time to pick up a new round, I think "oh, tomorrow I need to go pick up menopause and both crazies" and it might be (probably is) a function of it being past my bedtime but I just made myself laugh.