never enough

Today I did laundry (only one load), baked four small and one large lemon-poppy seed loaves, turned the stock I made the other day into a pantry-sourced minestrone and added orzo to the chicken stock I made after my roasted chicken dinner. I made salsa for fish tacos for the dinner Matt came too late for so we had frozen pizza, with chopped fresh green pepper and extra grated Parmesan cheese on top.I had a lot of salsa to use. So I made chili sans carne with red kidney beans. Tomorrow I’ll add chopped celery and grated cheese. I gave some to a neighbour but I didn’t eat it tonight. Tomorrow I’ll cook the fish I thawed for the tacos, in lemon garlic butter—add some cumin—and then I’ll have the chili. There’s still some salsa left, a tad too spicy, but I’ll turn it into pasta sauce with little meatballs (cooked, frozen).

I hurt a lot with all the standing—my excuse. I watched Lady Chatterley’s Lover and later, Episode One of the Enola Holmes series.

But I didn’t write my generic Xmas letter.I didn’t write my memorial tribute. I didn’t write any cheques and I didn’t mail them. I didn’t swim because I have another leg wound, have to wait for it to heal. And I didn’t eat any dinner because I didn’t feel like cooking.

No blog either.

Tomorrow?