Feels like Sunday
Not sure why, but today feels like Sunday to me. Perhaps it's the longer-than-usual weekend. Or it could be the fact that I finally got back to work after a long (for me) layoff and did a lot of work. (Sunday is usually my most productive workday.) Whatever.
It's fortunate that it's not Sunday, however, as I still have a lot to accomplish, not least of which is sorting out what's in the refrigerator. We don't have Thanksgiving leftovers per se, but hubby brought home a ham Wednesday nigyt. I'd already been acquiring leftovers from the days before that. It's a crowded mess in there. (Although we did sort through a collection of mustards earlier in the week.)
It's fortunate that it's not Sunday, however, as I still have a lot to accomplish, not least of which is sorting out what's in the refrigerator. We don't have Thanksgiving leftovers per se, but hubby brought home a ham Wednesday nigyt. I'd already been acquiring leftovers from the days before that. It's a crowded mess in there. (Although we did sort through a collection of mustards earlier in the week.)