mmerriam | Entries tagged with domestic

I have returned from the frozen wilds of downtown Hopkins victorious in my hunt for groceries. I am now settled in with soup (warm and tasty) and a cup of coffee.

Ah, yes. The coffee situation. So I ran out of coffee yesterday, but did not worry, secure in the knowledge that I had ordered it for delivery. Wrong. Oh, so wrong indeed. This morning I was faced with the prospects of No Coffee! Somehow I survived this terrible situation. Then at the store I found myself facing the coffee aisle and it's ever more bewildering array for coffee choices.

I bought the cheapest thing I could.

See, here's the deal: when I purchase something at the store that's just for me (

careswen is not a coffee drinker) I tend to low-ball it. This tendency is currently being reinforced by our budget situation. Normally this is okay. Normally the stuff I drag home for just myself is, if not optimal, at least tolerable.

At this point I should note that, if I know another coffee drinker is coming over, I'll run out and buy something of a much higher quality to serve them. That's part of being a good host. Then I would store it and use it for similar situations later on.

But I digress...

So I pour that first cup of coffee and took a sip and to say it was GAWD AWFUL would be an understatement.

Now I'm on the third cup and I've reached that point of Zen that says, "Meh. It'll work." I can only assume my taste buds have throw up their metaphorical hands and given up. Or I've killed them.

In other news of the

mmerriam: I don't really feel like writing today. I'm going to, but I don't really feel like it.

Next week we'll talk about my OWW membership, turning 42 (I'm the same age as Minicon!), my thoughts about writing, the dispiriting job hunt, the fact that western civilization will not collapse if I don't vacuum the carpet (despite what my brain keeps screaming), the weather (a favorite topic in Minnesota), if I'm going to stay in the

novel_in_90 community, novel revisions, and I'm sure a dozen things I have not even imagined yet.

In Peace,
Michael

Moving ahead on the novel, slowly and steadily. 440 words so far today, I expect to get more tonight. I plan to eventually climb back to my 1000 words a day level, but I'm still trying to shake off the rust. What I got today, while hard to chip from the brain, was also good, I think.

I am better, except the cough continues to nag me a bit. I'll keep bulling along until it gives up and goes away. I didn't get out for my walk today, so I'm a bad Michael of that level, but I did get some housework done. Laundry is caught up, dishes done, dinner picked out, bed made, trash and recycle at the curb. Tomorrow there will be sweeping and mopping. Isn't that exciting?

So, I've succumbed to LJ peer pressure. Behold the meter!

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