Oct 19, 2008 11:48
So, my stupid ass didn't get into bed until 2 am last night, and I think I may have undercooked the chicken we had for dinner-- from about 2:30 on Ethan had me up every hour, either because of nightmares or because his stomach was bothering him. He kept feeling like he needed to throw up but couldn't, poor baby. Thankfully around 6 am I turned it over to Brad, who was also complaining of some stomach pains. I'm fine, though. Maybe I'm just more resistant to salmonella.
I love Facebook, as it has put me back in contact with three of my very favorite people.
Today includes straining out the chicken stock I've had cooking in the crock pot for the last 15 hours (speaking of which-- how do you all keep your stock? Do you freeze it? I normally do, but I'm looking for advice on good containers to freeze in-- too often my stock ends up with freezerburn) cleaning the house, reading 200 pages of Moby Dick and another 200 of Sense and Sensibility. Ugh.
All I really want to do is write; I technically need to anyway as I have another story submission due next Sunday and I'm not sure what I'm submitting just yet. That's probably going to have to get put off for a couple of days, though, as I'm deep in the shit as far as schoolwork goes at the moment.
Later we may take the Nut to the pumpkin patch, depending on when Brad gets back from shooting with the boys.
What's up on your Sunday?