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Being rattled out of your sleep by the ear-piercing noises your hubby makes while getting ready in the morning sets the tone for a grouchy morning, as I have found out on numerous occasions. He has no regard for my “disability” or “condition” or whatever one wants to label it, as he slams drawers in the bathroom, and makes me wish everything in the kitchen was rubberized, so it would mask the sound of metal silverware clanking in the stainless steel sink…setting my teeth on edge in the process. ( Followers will remember that I have acute tinnitus and hyperacusis) Even with me closing my ears off with my fingers doesn’t help, the sound comes through and now I’m up as well.
I rise to start my day only after finishing last night’s reading of a weirdly good story in The New Yorker’s Sunday edition called Tits Up in a Ditch by Annie Proulx. It’s a long read that has also probably lent a bit of melancholy to my mood, making me want to walk around the house talking like a country hick in the back of my mind. The story is from 2008, yet they saw it fit to include in their War-Torn issue yesterday and after reading it, I totally understand why.
Click on the link if you’d like to find out for yourself.
After making my coffee, feeding the dogs and gathering up the laundry I will start once the temps are above freezing (call me old school), I go ahead and make my hubby’s egg cups, tasty morsels cooked in a muffin tin lovingly thrown together by combining 5 large eggs, a bit of heavy cream, a generous pinch of mixed shredded cheese, chopped up grape tomatoes and broccoli, salt, pepper, onion powder, garlic powder, turmeric, and nutritional yeast flakes for that cheesy, nutty flavor. Pre-cooked bacon is the meat of choice, pulled from the freezer, crumbled and nuked and then tossed in right before placing the muffin tin on a small baking tray and carefully transported to the oven. These make for a delicious and nutritious, portable breakfast for him for the week. He doesn’t know they fit the bill for a quick Keto breakfast.
Now that the eggs are done, I am free to take on the writing for the day, whatever that will be before I decide I need a break and go take a drive to the post office, do some housework, or tackle that crochet project I started last night. I also boiled myself some eggs for the week for snacks or a bit of protein to add to my salad later on. It will be an extremely busy week for me, a change of pace, and I’m at once nervous and excited. I am delivering Valentine’s Day flowers for Bice’s Florist on Tuesday and Wednesday, then helping Ms. Stephanie out on Thursday. When I first awoke this morning my thought was “I really need to start sleeping in the guest room during the week” but this week, it would not even matter since I will be getting up at the same time as David all week.
I will just resign myself to the fact that it will be a blow-and-go week and try to get my ducks all in a row to ensure I’m not headed out the door half-cocked each morning, it’s not like I’ll be able to come back to the house if I forget something. I need to remember to take a car charger for my phone so I can operate my maps feature while looking for the addresses of my deliveries, something portable to eat myself, so my diet isn’t thrown out of wack, and a small flashlight, so I can check my list against the flowers that are pre-loaded into a waiting van in the morning bright and early. This may be the only writing day I will have unless I get a little done Friday morning…I plan to ask Dad if he would like to do lunch and hang out since I will miss our normal day for that.
Now my coffee has gone cold, I am off to re-heat it and grab myself an egg or an egg cup, then get busy doing what I do. I hope you all have an inspired Monday and I’ll plan on talking to you again on Friday. So long, from the patio!