Busy

can't seem to get caught up on this blogging business.
I spent all of last week trying to get back into the groove after Christmas vacation, and I'm still struggling a bit. Yesterday, I went almost the whole day before it occurred to me, "Oh, man, Monday is bread-baking day." Which meant I was baking bread at 9:00 at night. Not to mention that I've had a pot of beans soaking for 24 hours - every time I remember that I need to drain and cook them, I have a moment of temporary amnesia and forget all about them five minutes later.

But on a positive note, I decided spontaneously to apply for an awesome job and spent "rest time" during the past two days updating my resume and composing a cover letter. So if nothing else comes of it, at least I now have an updated resume.

Also, I signed up to run the Krispy Kreme Challenge in February with one of my sisters because I'm stupid. I started "running" about six months ago and have been doing about 2.25 miles two or three mornings a week. I have not yet run a whole 5K, and every time Michael asks me how my morning run went, my answer is, "I hate running." I'm sure that adding a dozen donuts to an activity that already makes me feel like throwing up is the best idea I've ever had. Right?

Speaking of busy, did y'all know Christmas was two weeks ago? Yeah, our tree is still up. And every evening, I still plug in the lights on the front porch. It's winter. I deserve a little sparkle in my life.

However. I think Mother Nature decided to take a little vacation this year and has forgotten that it's supposed to be winter. I have mixed feelings about this. Me and winter don't get along too well, so bright, sunny, 68 degree weather in January pleases my SAD side. I'm just not looking forward to the 80 degrees in February.

On the other hand, I harvested some more spinach from my garden just yesterday, so that kind of rocks.

And...that right there is what you call stream of consciousness.

You're welcome.