Woof. Long day, but a good one. My mom came over to help me finally hang all my pictures. It's pretty great to have them all up- I've got the two paintings I did (planning to fix the sky in one, now I also have my old art supplies), this big needlepoint thing of a field of flowers that my mom did in 1976, the winged lion print I got from RenFest, the cork board of photographs I've taken (and in some cases developed myself), even the poster of a tree getting struck by lightning that you can see in the background of Reaper sometimes. Speaking of which, Netflix Instant Play's gone and done it again- I've been re-watching Reaper and it's even better than I remember. *sigh* Why are all the shows I love doomed to die premature deaths? I would say the USA Network shows seem to be exempt, but I wouldn't want to jinx it.
Also while my mom was here, we cooked. Man, please let me have half the talent and efficiency of my mother after I've been cooking for thirty years or so. We bought one chicken, some vegetables, some broth, some pasta sauce, and some whipping cream, and made enough tasty, nutritious meals to feed me for upwards of a month. Just in time too- I've only got one more frozen Ziploc of chicken tetrazzini from our previous cooking marathon.
I'd really like to have a bid up on the
help_japan auction, but there's no way I can with my other auction fic still hanging over my head. *sigh* I've been so blocked lately, what with one thing and another. That's a cop-out, but hopefully this new flavor of guilt will help me get off my ass. But for now, I'm sure my body will thank me for allowing it another early night to adjust to Daylight Savings.