Today was a Tuesday that felt like a Monday. And if you, too, thought to yourself, “Didn’t we just have one of these?” well, you are correct; we did have one, back in July, which feels like 10 minutes ago.
So today was a Tuesday, but it felt like a Monday, all day, at least for me.
A friend called a day early, only completely on time (“Oh, hi! I thought we were going to talk on Tuesday…” I said….), and the webinar I was looking forward to participating in tomorrow at 4:00 sent a message with instructions to watch the recording (“So sorry we missed you!”), and I went into the office to catch up with a colleague who’s in the office only on Mondays and Wednesdays, and I was worried that maybe she’d gotten sick and had to stay home, only – well, you know the rest of that.
And then, around 6:00 I thought I’d get myself caught up, save the day – TUESDAY – by popping a chicken and rice dish in the oven to cook while I exercised (because everyone around me appreciates it when I get some exercise, even if they don’t know it). But come 7:00, when I marched my still sweaty self into the kitchen to pull the miracle from the oven, right on time, (the time requested by my daughter), what I found was a liquidy, soupy mess of chicken broth and half-cooked rice and still-pink chicken.
So I made my daughter some risotto while she showed me hilarious Remi Jo Bader TikToks, and then she ate the risotto (which she loves), and I had a spoonful of Nutella and a glass of wine and decided (as a friend reminded me earlier today) tomorrow is another day.
A day named Wednesday.
All that not ridiculous enough for you?
Here; how about a very short (15 seconds), super ridiculous sound check from one of my Kitchen Dispatch videos, in which I half-say, half-sing my ABCs. Not kidding.
This post is 29/56 in a self-directed challenge to write (or at least post) something (SOMETHING) every day – a birthday gift to me from me, because writing gives me a place to put the clutter that lives in my head.