Look, there on the mountains,
the feet of one who brings good news,
who proclaims peace!
I’m learning something about myself: I don’t think I’d ever be happy in a life where I spend most of my time at home, mostly alone. I’ve spent the last week thus, and I understand now why stay at home moms keep so busy. If you don’t, you’d go nuts. Or at least, if I don’t, I’d go nuts. However, the evening made up for the morning, as Ryan and Ben and Lisa came over for dinner and then hung out for a while afterward. I’d made stuffed chicken breasts, no-knead bread, Caesar salad (bo-ring, I know, but we had to eat that romaine!), and two types of cookies (molasses, which I overcooked, and chocolate chip, which turned out practically perfect). In all I think dinner went pretty well, even if I felt it was kind of nothing special food-wise, because people-wise it was exceptional.
Today — Tuesday — was much more to my liking in general: Up and out by 6:40 (yes, that’s am) and on the go until 5:00 pm. Started with PT, spent the middle part riding a bike (and driving, alas) around Bonney Lake again with Sander, and plan on relaxing the rest of the night. In short, I like having a job-like schedule that gets me out and interacting with other people. Based on what I saw today, I have to do some major revisions to my Bonney Lake audit reports, but that’s good; it means I caught stuff on this visit that I missed the first time. Catching those faux pas keeps me from looking stupid to the City of Bonney Lake when I give them my report, a la
Colonel Mustard: “Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?”
Wadsworth: “You don’t need any help from me!”
Colonel Mustard: “That’s right!”
And, last but not least in this stream-of-consciousness blog post, the forecast kept predicting lots of snow. So I put studded tires on Charlotte. Now the snow predictions are switching to rain, and I’m going to be very disappointed if I don’t get to ride Charlotte in the snow.