Made Barb very happy when she got home. There's still more to do, but it's a very obvious change.
Thing is, I don't know why I did it. It certainly needed to be done, but I had no plans to do it, or even any urge. It just kinda happened.
Last night I took a couple of packages of mystery meat out of the freezer. I was pretty sure they were chicken, but they turned out to be pork ribs, so during the kitchen thing above, I cooked ribs. Instead of barbecue sauce, I used western dressing and some other acoutrements-- it's a weird experiment, kind of a mom-food-only thing. Hey if it sucks, the dog gets a happy meal.
I realized today that I'm waiting for something. Something unspecified. It's not something that I understand. It's probably that I'm either waiting for a job or for unemployment to run out or for the world to come crashing down around my ears.
I need to stop waiting and do something. And I am, I just need to feel like I am.
There's a new word for Suspense.