Workday Follows Workday

It’s Sunday night about 830. I just finished eating half a strawberry cupcake that had the faintest taste and after taste of licorice. It was good but getting rid of the taste of anise would be an improvement. Our appetizer for this was some of the new thin Oreos. They taste, strangely, just like Oreos. I had thought the cookie part would be thick with the lard and sugar center being thinner. But the whole damn cookie was thinner. Not an improvement.

Dinner was a garden salad with bbq chicken in it. Emily made a dressing with bbq sauce in it. The salad was a hit.

Today I pretty much had a normal work day. I got up, read the paper, ate breakfast and went to work. I did 10 or so bank recons followed by a few tax returns. A normal day. Only it’s Sunday. And I wanted to be at home. Doing something, anything, else with my day. Shopping, a movie, out to lunch, not work. But work beckons. And sucks. I am going to do it again tomorrow I think. As for today, we are watching a tearjerker on the Mac (TV no sound) and folding laundry. We live on the edge.