exhaustedIn the middle of the day it was in the mid-70's today, so I had to go ride my bike in the sunshine, and I added a couple of miles just so I could be out longer. I'm exhausted now, but that's to the good. I'll probably be able to sleep well.
I brought along coupons for Target and Borders, but Borders didn't have the latest Tsubasa RC and Target had none of the things I was thinking of getting, so I spent nothing and got a great ride. And then wrote like mad some more. So my word count is a little ahead. Good thing, as John's parents and his brother and wife are arriving tomorrow night. *laughs*
I was still... upset with myself when I let myself be, and when we got Jet from the bus, I just told him I was in a terrible mood and it wasn't his fault at all. So he did the hand pat and we went home, and played together for a while. Dinner was chicken katsu with curry, as I was just craving it, and more steamed rice to make rice balls for Jet for lunch tomorrow and Friday. For me, too.
I went to the onigiri site
sarakate recommended, and the instructions on how to make salt salmon were so clear, I had to do it. Bought myself a four dollar, half-pound piece of wild caught sockeye, and decided frozen would be good enough. I salted it overnight, and sliced it into four slices, three of which went into the freezer. I cooked the last piece, and used some of it in a single rice ball I made myself for lunch. It was really, really good, and I didn't use nearly the whole piece, so I have plenty for tomorrow, too. Yay!!Making that cheered me up.
Jet had some homework he had to get to, and John had a meeting, so we were left together for a while and neither of us had much fun with it when his handwriting frustrated any of my attempts at doing a word search he'd written. But... after he practiced a few letters, and I finally got a handle on myself and just stopped my own loop of dwelling on the bad: we got together a bucket of Trader Joe mini-peanut butter cups, a cup of the local egg nog (that the local dairy makes in beautiful quart glass bottles) for each of us, and went down and played Crash Bandicoot together and had a very fine time.
Then I was in good enough a mood to put him to bed very nicely and he was very happy as he went to sleep. Sometimes I am very glad that I can say sorry to him and make stuff up to him. Even if it involves peanut butter cups. *laughs*
Word Count: 35,372
