Every day's a new day

"I'm 33 for a moment..."

-- 100 Years, Five for Fighting


I tried my hand at homemade spaghetti this weekend, and ....

I ate it too. It was actually edible, if not good.

I haven't cooked in a couple of months maybe. All this home-shopping got me down, so I took a weekend off. Joe and I put 150 miles on my car in less than two days, barely getting out of town, mostly shopping and a little sightseeing and roaming about.

I was still attracted to for-sale signs... I couldn't entirely let go.

I have so much to do tomorrow: finishing up taxes, following up on appointments. Oh, and work. Filling in for a coworker. The perfect distraction. I have a lot more on my plate than homemade pasta.