Tired And Cranky

Well, the crock pot directions weren’t kidding when they say “trim the fat from the meat”. Normally when you trim fat, you trim excess fat because most meats benefit from a bit of fat marbled throughout to help keep it from drying out during the cooking process. Next time I’ll trim all the fat, because what little fat was left ended up melting over everything. Greasy carrots and potatoes are not what I had in mind when I made this pot roast. Lesson learned. Apart from that it was delicious, and I’m looking forward to experimenting with other things. And possibly the best part of dinner was that I could feed the roast and vegetables to Liam, so he ate exactly what we ate last night. And wow, did he ever eat a lot of it.

The further away the gig gets, the less happy I am with it. I’m certainly not looking forward to the recording. Most of me just wants to forget it and remember Invisible’s portion of the evening. Goodness knows my body remembers it; I haven’t danced in, well, possibly over a decade (save for the dancing to Sheena Is A Punk Rocker during Invisible’s sound check last October) and things started to be rather ow last night. And I have a bruise across the top of the palm of my bow hand, and my little finger on the same hand was swollen when I got home on Saturday night, but those are from the hand locking during the second song of the set and forcing me to switch my bow hold. It gave me a lot of trouble, which I’d expected, but I didn’t anticipate having to deal with it so early on.

I finished Bellwether the morning after I’d started to reread it. Now I’m rereading Lincoln’s Dreams, and I’m almost finished that too. I’ll have to reread Connie Willis’ short fiction next, because I recently reread Passage and Doomsday Book not long before that. I seem to have lent my copy of Remake to someone, because it’s not on the shelf.

Everyone’s tired and cranky here. Liam keeps waking up in the middle of the night, and I know it’s because of his teeth, but there’s not much more we can do than give him Tylenol and cuddle him while he screams. And once he’s up and finished his bout of hard crying, he’s really awake so he wants to eat a full meal of milk and play for a bit before going back to sleep. And then it’s only nap-length sleep, so he’s up bright and early to begin his day. Do these teeth need a formal invitation or something? They’re taking their damn time.

I’m currently fighting the need to crawl into bed with a pile of books, a cat, and a pot of tea to ignore baby and husband today. (Apart from the obvious reasons why this won’t work, ai731 is coming over today.)

3 thoughts on “Tired And Cranky

  1. Ceri

    I have your copy of Remake. I will bring it back when I come over for tea. With the movies. And Scott Pilgrim. And Jane and the Ghosts of Netley (Damn you, Lord Harold!)

  2. bev

    Isn’t there something like Orgel that can be rubbed on kids’ gums to relieve the pain??? I think there is.


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