Vash and I are just lounging about this morning trying to pick up the house, gain control of the laundry, and various other bits and pieces that sort of went by the wayside when I was ill and out of town. (Well, I am doing those latter things, Vash, as you can see, is trying to nap in his little bed beside the fireplace and is not too happy with me flashing the camera at him).
I am almost normal in the health department, only a little lingering cough, but tomorrow I am resuming all regular activities, and will it ever be good to see everyone again! Alex is completely normal (so rarely do I use those two words in a sentence these days); Mark has a lingering cough; and Matt is feeling much better due to the pharmaceuticals recently acquired.
The calendar says it is time for spring cleaning. The temperatures, however, say otherwise. Who wants to do any spring cleaning when you can't open the windows and throw open the doors? I can't recall any other year when it has taken spring this long to find Indiana. I'm giving it one more week and then I am going in search of it myself.
In the meantime, I decided to spring clean the frig and the larder. And what did I find? Lunch...an excess of onions (yellow, white, one red), two leeks, and two shallots; three-quarters of a carton of beef broth; four glugs of leftover white wine; a few sad, but still viable sprigs of thyme; a small slab of Gruyere just begging to be grated on the top of something or other...it all sounds like lunch to me: Soupe a L'Oignon au Fromage (aka French Onion Soup). If I cut this bread into cute little baguette slice shapes and toast it up a bit, it could even pass for croutons. I need to get to the grocery market soon. Very soon.
Since Matt can't swim this afternoon yet, maybe he would like a run at the grocery with me: wait, what am I saying? When I go, my total bill is very reasonable. When either of the boys or Mark goes: Skyrocketing Grocery Tab! Men in the grocery store...they think everything looks good...everything! I better do that little grocery run on the way to Guerin this afternoon, and not on the way home from Guerin. What's up over there?
Vash and I are just lounging about this morning trying to pick up the house, gain control of the laundry, and various other bits and pieces that sort of went by the wayside when I was ill and out of town. (Well, I am doing those latter things, Vash, as you can see, is trying to nap in his little bed beside the fireplace and is not too happy with me flashing the camera at him).