Haven't cooked in a while. Well, technically I cooked on Saturday, but really, how excited can you get about fusilli and tomato sauce?
As I feared, didn't make it to the gym (it was 9:30 by the time I got there, and it closes at 10) but did go grocery shopping, so I have frozen fish and mini yogurts and things to tide me over. Also asparagus, which was wildly optimistic, but I'll cook it tomorrow -- it's in water.
I actually thought I'd have time to do some yoga. Hah.
Anyway, had a hankering for chicken stew a la Silver Palate but don't have a recipe, so made something up with chicken thighs and apricots and olives and almonds and stuff. It worked out pretty well (rather better than I have any right to expect actually). With brown rice. And
crankygrrl, the vermouth worked out just fine, thanks.
Further sweeping my fridge of leftovers, I used up the rest of the salad mix (not dead yet!) and snacked on pineapple chunks.
Still haunted by the nagging feeling that I didn't get enough done today. Now, having completed all my backlogged timesheets yesterday (7 weeks worth -- and if my calculations are correct, I now have 199.5 hours of overtime stashed), and having in the process relived the last 7 weeks in excruciating painful detail, I
know that this feeling is unreasonable. In the first place, it is impossible to get everything on your to-do list done in a single day. In the second place, I'm actively supervising 3 projects (one of which is actually two external and two internal projects rolled into one) with a further two hanging over my head, and one just completed. This tends to fragment your time a bit.
And yet. Nagging feeling that I am being slack persists.
If anyone can offer me a reasonable explanation as to why I demand so much more of myself than I would ever ask of anyone else, and how I can cut it out, I'm listening...
Clients continue maddening.
( Specifically... )Book club Thursday, yay! And with any luck, I'll get to the gym tomorrow (and the LIBRARY... oh dear).