I have a pot full of groats. It's going to take me all week and then some to get through it, as cooked groats appear to have the density of, say, the Chicago Manual of Style. A blonde, round, squooshy brick...
(Not really complaining, of course: I have a tub of okra-chickpea curry I just defrosted, and the groats should also go well with dried fruit, honey, yogurt, and other fixin's. No, what I'm cranky about is running on three hours of sleep and it already being past noon and me not yet back to my billable work, what with church-related deadlines -- and that last is really where I blame LMB, because that bit from Shards of Honor about tests being a gift, damn if it doesn't up and smack me when I want to curl up and blow things off.)
Right, then. Food, then shower, and then back to finetuning citations (interspersed with spates of laundry). Love and strength to all y'all.
(Not really complaining, of course: I have a tub of okra-chickpea curry I just defrosted, and the groats should also go well with dried fruit, honey, yogurt, and other fixin's. No, what I'm cranky about is running on three hours of sleep and it already being past noon and me not yet back to my billable work, what with church-related deadlines -- and that last is really where I blame LMB, because that bit from Shards of Honor about tests being a gift, damn if it doesn't up and smack me when I want to curl up and blow things off.)
Right, then. Food, then shower, and then back to finetuning citations (interspersed with spates of laundry). Love and strength to all y'all.
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