Monday

This morning I think I saw a dachshund from my window. Go neighbors for keeping me entertained! It was a necessary sendoff for work this week, which started at crazy and looks to keep the pace for the next two weeks. I seriously do not know how I kicked my work to-do list today, but I did. Tomorrow I'd like lunch not during a meeting, though.

So I'm watching A Streetcar Named Desire when I should be doing something useful when my time, and M. emerges from a nap, groggy and, she frets, too tired and under the weather to want to cook, "I know I should eat but I don't want to eat", she mumbles, while Stanley Kowalski harasses Blanche DuBois about papers and "the Neopoleonic code". At which point my brain went all "is there in Tennessee Williams no truth?" which is just unfortunate.

I think it's bedtime here.