I just don't know what.
Well, that's not exactly true. I'm poised on the brink of Monday right now, but still in denial about what that exactly means. It's OK, we'll survive it, regardless, I'm sure.
The weekend ambled by, lazy as a slow river. I only did the housework that was imposed on me (as in, I cleaned under and behind the refrigerator because milk spilled under there...) took the kids to church and to the Mesa SW Museum, and generally did OK.
Still waiting for normalcy to get here, whenever and whatever that will be. Waiting to hear from my freelance job, trying to decide what to do with the column, helping the kids settle themselves into their new routines... I just have to resign myself to the fact that we're going to be in transition for a few more weeks and just live with it. Whee!
Oh yeah. I made cream puffs yesterday. DS1 has been pestering me for them ever since he had them at the Chinese buffet we went to in MA. They are easy to make but require a bit of upper body strength. It reminded me of making playdough! Hee. They came out really good. Now that I've made them with regular flour I have to see how easily they'll de-carb. It would be great if I could make them so I could eat them without having to do math.