She lives! But does not blog!

See, you thought I was kidding when I said that I was circling the drain, now, didn’t you? Well, consider me flushed because after a week of neverending deadlines, I face another week of insanity.

But tonight I took a Night Off. And I finished a book, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, which I rather liked. The narrator is a fifteen year-old boy with autism, so it was really interesting. One of the character’s names, though, was Siobhan, and I find that name incredibly distracting, because I’m not sure how to pronounce it. So everytime the name comes up, I find myself thinking of possible pronunciations of it and end up glossing over the next few paragraphs. (It was even worse than the great Hermione debate of 1999, when Tim and I took turns reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban aloud on a roadtrip to New Orleans.)

Anyway, book = good. Siobhan = I’m an idiot who should just google it already.

Both of the boys have colds. And I can’t even ply myself with the good old placebo effect of drinking orange juice because I have two incredibly painful canker sores in my mouth (see above whine about stress). It’s pretty incredible how quickly their noses get crusty. Just when one is wiped and crust-free, the other has crusted over again. At least Elliott can’t wipe his nose on his sleeve yet.

I tried to relax and make myself feel useful by making dinner tonight, and, I must say, it was quite good. And fiber-rific! I made Meditteranean lentils and veggies with brown rice. Oh, quite the health-conscious home-cooker am I! (Ignore that mini cookie-dough Blizzard that I snarfed a while ago, please.)

Did I mention that I turn 30 this week? Because I turn 30 on Saturday. I’m not really sure how I feel about this. And then I teach Sunday School the next day. Rockin’.