Days off take some getting used to, but I'm settling in. I don't pace so much as I did before, wondering what on earth I should do with all the spare time and becoming flummoxed by the possibilities.
But there are some things about myself I'd forgotten, like what I do left to my own devices and not having to worry about anyone else. One of these things is that at some point in the day, I realize I'm hungry and that I just can't be bothered about dealing with food. So purely for sustenance, I eat something like this:
That's right. I'm eating some 5-hour old oatmeal I found on the stove, directly from the pan with a wooden spatula.
It could be worse. In fact, it's a little bit good. But I'm still kind of embarrassed.
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I'm commenting on my own blog to further confess that today, LE wanted the cold oatmeal he saw on the stove, so I fed it to him from the pan with the wooden spatula. We were sitting on the floor, in the middle of the kitchen. Things like this are happening more and more.
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