Remember when we were different people and ate out together a lot?

*sigh*

Although DH makes a credible homemade chimichurri at home.

I went out and bought $65 worth of healthy and useful groceries.

Right now I'm wishing I bought a whole lot more snacks.

Some supercilious ass just spoilt me for Unstoppable because he thinks he's really clever and that it sucked and no one should see it anyway. Sure, WX isn't exactly a safe space, but people are supposed to know better than that. Especially forum admins.

In the ideal, let us even say Platonic, weekend, I will rise at dawn and walk for thirty minutes in the sweet crisp morning air, and then breakfast on cheese omelette and bacon and sweet cream coffee. Then I will proceed, calmly and methodically, to clean and organize my house and possessions. I will pause in the afternoon to lift some weights and then eat a light but nutritious lunch. In the evening, I will eat a light but nutritious dinner and then snuggle with my cats while watching a clever and entertaining movie, or reading an engaging book. Then I will sleep peacefully and deeply and wake refreshed to do it again.

In the real world, chances are good the only part of that idyll that's likely to happen is the part that takes place on the couch, and there will be plenty more Kleenex involved than my ideal scenario accounts for.

I saw HPVII-PartI today (there ought to be a better acronym: HPDHI?)

I'm calling it 7A (with 7B to follow).

Randomly, I jusr heard someone on the TV say "short lived" with a long i. Is that how you're supposed to say that??

I've heard it said both ways. Regionalism? Britishism?

Relatedly, our marketing team's phrase of the year is "lever of change," which I find myself pronouncing as LEE-ver even though in every other use of the word I would say LEH-ver.

If I can get my butt in gear, today will be spent hitting secondhand furniture stores, flea markets, and antique malls here and in Memphis looking for a banker's chair to replace my home office chair that when kerplooey. The plan is to then eat dinner at the Russian place I've been curious about for weeks.

There's also at least a slim chance I may actually meet up with a flaky fellow hockey enthusiast. While I'm not strategically using The Rules, I think my "whatever" attitude (thanks to his prior flakiness) and the fact that I've been too busy to be easily reachable this week are having a similar effect as if I were playing Hard To Get.

The hospital has internet access, even though the house still does not.

I still have had no liquor, since dinner was Subway, eaten in the ER waiting room last night.

And now we're under an advisory to boil water. Ha. Ha ha.

Ooh, Matt, my dad would be so envious of the Russian restaurant. He loves Central European food and it's not that common out here in LA. Loads of ethnic restaurants, but not a ton of European ethnicity restaurants.