There are now things on the walls of my office. Swords, axes, pictures, maps . . . the usual. Then there are stacks of boxes that need to be emptied. Boxes of stuff. Supplies. Useful things, but they aren’t all going to fit. So I’m going to have to figure out what to keep and where and then get rid of stuff.
I was over at Magical Words today talking about gifts for writers. Check it out. And the comments. Fun stuff.
Unfortunately, both my kids are down with a stomach bug and looks like I’m getting it too. I took boy to the doc a couple days ago–he keeps getting stomach sick. So far we have nothing definitive. He’s on some medicine in case it’s related to acid, but it could be that he’s just susceptible to stomach stuff. He does like to nibble his nails. That never helps. I am feeling rough as well. Hoping it doesn’t get worse. I have things to do, dammit.
I’ve been looking up recipes that call for spices I don’t have. Like this one: Carne Adovada. Looks pretty good. I have cumin and coriander, but not the whole stuff. I guess it’s time to go to Penzeys. Then there’s this one: Cochinita Pibil. Not sure what achiote paste. But I’m willing to find out. I don’t know why I’m looking at recipes while I’m feeling puny, as the saying goes, but I am. Wackjob. That’s me.
So the title of this post . . . a total lie, really. Not sure a lot of thinking was going on in my head today.