Ahhh. . .there's the light.

It's been a very busy week around here. Today was the deadline for the magazine I design and the last week is always a big push to get it finished. Last night I was up working until 4 a.m. and then was up again at 9 a.m. to go back to work. I am uploading the last of the files to the printer's FTP site as I type. That's the down side of working from home; you're always at the office. Tom's also been working long hours and as a result, we haven't had time to go grocery shopping.

Because we ran out of bread four days ago I've been getting inventive with tortillas. I've become addicted (and in such a short time!) to eating them brushed with a little olive oil, sprinkled with garlic salt, cut into wedges and baked until the edges start to brown. I can testify that topping them with egg salad or tuna mixed with Italian dressing doesn't hurt them one bit, either. Once we started scrabbling around the back of the fridge in search of leftovers that weren't too old I decided to make an effort to get to the store ASAP.

My opportunity came today when I took the magazine proofs to UPS. I made an real adventure out of it and stopped by the post office, too. You'd understand if you had ever tried to get in and out of our post office parking lot. It's very tiny and oh-so-busy. Most people choose to disregard the rules of right-away when backing out of their parking spot, which is not good when it causes a chain reaction that ends in me (or anyone else) slamming on the brakes while still in the street. Anyhoo, I digress.

The store was relatively peaceful today and I loaded my cart with goodies. I even managed to get in a check-out lane that moved right along instead of my usual wait for a little old man to count out 87¢ in nickels and pennies and the clerk who chooses the moment right after I finish unloading my cart to go on break and count out her till. Although, I must say, the worst clerk was the one who was trying desperately to keep from projectile vomiting everywhere. I admire her dedication, but seriously. Oops, I digress again. I must be tired or something. Welcome to my stream of thought.

Anyway, I clearly remember paying for groceries, taking three trips to bring them inside from the car and putting it all away. Somehow, though, when I went to make dinner we had nothing to eat! We do have tortillas still. Mmmm, tortillas. My next project is laundry. That's the upside of working from home. There's no one to care if those are the same sweats you wore yesterday.

Just for the record, it does NOT feel good when a half-gallon of ice cream falls from the freezer onto a bare foot.