finitude

[redbird]

I managed both grocery shopping and cooking this evening, though the only part of tonight's groceries that went into dinner was a scallion: I moved ground lamb from the freezer into the refrigerator this morning, to defrost; there were cucumbers already in the house; and we always have rice, and assorted spices. And I made tomorrow's lunch (salmon salad, purchased this evening, on rye).

I haven't copied out and mailed a note that I rough-drafted at lunchtime, I haven't printed stuff to proofread (it turned out that I've only received one short document so far), and I haven't answered a business-related email. Nor have I transcribed random notebook entries into something resembling an LJ entry, but that might wind up being several, at least one of them friends-only.

A promising Scrabble game decayed into a morass in which I had all the vowels, cattitude had all the consonants, and the board was becoming completely unplayable, so we abandoned it.

And so to bed.

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[ailbhe]

You'll probably appreciate that while I was in labour in the hospital with my mother and Rob, we were playing Scrabble to keep my mind off the pain, and I spotted the word BYRE descending toward the centre bottom Triple Word Score, and I had FOSTERS on my rack, and I scored 92.

I've never had the 50 point bonus for 7 letters before. In labour with Linnea was a great time to get it. Especially on a triple word score.