Another day late, this time because I actually fell victim to an impulse buy at the supermarket cash register: a DVD of The Princess Bride. Having bought it, well, I had to watch it, didn't I? So that killed last night. ( Collapse )
I probably would have gone to bed early last night even without the DVD, though: I made a risotto for dinner, and gosh, that's work. I will have to fiddle with how high I can get the heat without ruining it, because an hour's stirring for a cup of (uncooked) rice is a long time, no matter how much I love the flavor. The new stove is pretty cool, though (I thought the "Warming Drawer" was kind of a cheesy idea, but we've even been using that).
The house is in slow-but-steady mode right now, as we go back to a more normal weekday schedule. Chad's folks put up a whole bunch of molding downstairs this weekend, as we hid upstairs: some component of the nail gun gives off noxious fumes that cause instant headache for us. On the bright side, we did get all of our pictures on the walls, which definitely makes the place feel more like home.
At work, the most notable thing last week the day I spent 6 hours in a conference room with our defendants in the trial that starts a week from tomorrow. It went really well, but at the end of it, I was about as energetic as a limp noodle. I think trial will generate sufficient adrenaline that I probably won't have that problem next week, though. (Boskone this weekend is unfortunately not going to be conducive to being well-rested; it figures that the first year we get a hotel room at the con, I'll be using it to go to bed early rather than late. Oh well—I'm still really looking forward to it.)
Also, I finally got around to updating the booklog with my comments on The Paths of the Dead. Short version: it rocks. Go read it.
And now that I'm caught up on blogging, it's time for me to go to bed. Good night, everybody . . .