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Nov. 29th, 2018 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckI ended up both changing the title of my DCU mini bang and posting it last night. I had a migraine (Amerge and Ativan much earlier in the evening helped) and knew that I wouldn't sleep if I didn't get at least that much off my to-do list. Most of the anxiety inducing bits of my to-do list are time anchored for tomorrow or Saturday and can't be shifted. The big one is the horror of needing to spend three hours in the Skyline auditorium for a concert that includes four choirs, the orchestra, and the band.
I'm not actually sure I can do it, even with Ativan. Maybe I can sit elsewhere during the first half of the concert? I feel so trapped and panicky with that many people in that sort of space.
Cordelia's choir is performing in the second half. They'll be performing with the orchestra. Cordelia predicts that I will fall asleep during their very long piece.
I ought to go out and shop today. I discovered yesterday that most of my usual quick protein options all managed to go bad. I've got two cans of tuna, some canned beans, and a bunch of frozen bean and cheese burritos. I seem to do better with protein at every meal but beans only once a day. I also ran out of half and half. I thought, going by the weight of the bottle, that I had enough for tomorrow and maybe even Saturday. I forgot how heavy the bottles are on their own.
Scott's scheduled the week before Christmas as vacation (he's got a good bit to get through before the end of January). We were afraid that it wouldn't go through because one of his coworkers has been called for jury duty that week, but Scott emailed me to say it was approved, so I think we're clear that way. It will be a big help to have him home that week.
I've got three hours before the cleaning lady comes. I need to start packing up some of the donations and put them on the back porch before she arrives. I want it to be clear that they're not in need of being tidied back to where they were.
I managed to roast the chickpeas to a level where I find them tasty. I only roasted them for 15 minutes at 450F rather than the 40 minutes all of the recipes called for. When we tried last time, 40 minutes made them unpleasant in texture and flavor.
I mashed the contents of one of big cans of yams and added nutmeg and ginger. We don't use nutmeg often because Scott's mother hates the flavor. I quite like it, so it was nice to be able to use it. I expect I'll be the only one who eats the stuff.
I'm not actually sure I can do it, even with Ativan. Maybe I can sit elsewhere during the first half of the concert? I feel so trapped and panicky with that many people in that sort of space.
Cordelia's choir is performing in the second half. They'll be performing with the orchestra. Cordelia predicts that I will fall asleep during their very long piece.
I ought to go out and shop today. I discovered yesterday that most of my usual quick protein options all managed to go bad. I've got two cans of tuna, some canned beans, and a bunch of frozen bean and cheese burritos. I seem to do better with protein at every meal but beans only once a day. I also ran out of half and half. I thought, going by the weight of the bottle, that I had enough for tomorrow and maybe even Saturday. I forgot how heavy the bottles are on their own.
Scott's scheduled the week before Christmas as vacation (he's got a good bit to get through before the end of January). We were afraid that it wouldn't go through because one of his coworkers has been called for jury duty that week, but Scott emailed me to say it was approved, so I think we're clear that way. It will be a big help to have him home that week.
I've got three hours before the cleaning lady comes. I need to start packing up some of the donations and put them on the back porch before she arrives. I want it to be clear that they're not in need of being tidied back to where they were.
I managed to roast the chickpeas to a level where I find them tasty. I only roasted them for 15 minutes at 450F rather than the 40 minutes all of the recipes called for. When we tried last time, 40 minutes made them unpleasant in texture and flavor.
I mashed the contents of one of big cans of yams and added nutmeg and ginger. We don't use nutmeg often because Scott's mother hates the flavor. I quite like it, so it was nice to be able to use it. I expect I'll be the only one who eats the stuff.
