|March 30, 2015
||[Mar. 30th, 2015|11:55 pm]
|||||Anton Bruckner, Symphony No. 8||]|
Up late this morning, and feeling vaguely depressed at the prospect of an unstructured week. School is out for Spring break, so I have no subbing jobs in the offing, and I don't work at the book store again until Saturday. I'm not good with weeks like that. I tend to get very little done.
I did get off to a reasonably good start today: I balanced the checkbook and updated my LiveJournal, and I even left the house briefly to run a few errands. But after that it was all downhill. I wasted much of the afternoon staring at a blank text document on the computer and surfing the internet, and then I took a nap.
While I was napping, queenmomcat started making French onion soup for dinner, so I woke up to the smell of onions simmering in butter, which to me is a comforting odor. We eventually tossed some leftover lamb into the soup and it made for a nice, warming dinner. And now we're thinking of bedtime. While I did get a few things done today, I don't think this afternoon bodes well for my productivity this week. Still, maybe I can surprise myself. I can always hope.