So, so, so, so glad it's Friday.

And equally glad I do not need to go out anywhere tonight.

I did a wee bit of house cleanup (but didn't scrub the kitchen floor; that will come AFTER cookie baking. See, I can learn new things) yesterday afternoon while the mix was baking. Now I just want to settle down in my nice big armchair and work on my new Clapotis.

Or on Kenobi.

Or on the socks.

I just need some relaxation time. This week has been pretty effortful (is that a word? If "effortless" is a word, then there should be an opposite to it). Part of it is that it's the end of the semester, right before Christmas, so I'm battling my own borderline burn-out/wanting to be on vacation in addition to dealing with the koo-koo bird attitudes that some of the students have taken on. Everyone's bouncing off the walls. It's like certain people ate whole boxes of Coco Puffs soaked in (non-diet) Coca Cola or something.

I do have a search committee meeting (phone interviews) this afternoon; I may not be done much before 5. (sigh.) I think this might be a carry-out food night. I don't do that very often but once in a while - maybe once or twice a month - when I'm just beat or when I don't feel up to cooking or when it's "already" suppertime by the time I leave my office, I get a pizza. Or go by Taco Mayo and get some kind of tex-mex thing (Taco Mayo is one of the few fast food places I trust - both in terms of cleanliness and in quality of the food). Or something. Not sure I even have the energy to doctor up canned soup (if I've got a can or two still on the shelves...I've been trying to work down the canned goods supply)

Because otherwise, I'm kind of out of "basics" and cooking dinner would likely mean a trip to wal-mart. At 5 pm. On a Friday. Before Christmas. When a possible ice storm is in the offing for Sunday. And I do not think I have sufficient love and forgiveness towards my fellow humans to cope with the mess THAT is going to be.

(I will go tomorrow morning at 7 when the people who are most capable of irritating me are still in bed.)

And I've got enough eggs and milk, and I can bake bread if I want it, so if the "trifecta" of shelves that tend to get cleared off are empty, I'll be okay.

(Seriously: when freezing rain is predicted here - even if it is predicted to last one day or so - there are people who will go crazy and buy eight gallons of milk and fourteen loaves of bread and stuff. And no, it's not people who live out in the sticks and always shop like that - it's otherwise rational people who are all ZOMG about some frozen precipitation. And it's not like they're predicting an ice storm like last January's ice storm or anything; at most the roads will be icy for Sunday and maybe a bit of Monday, then it will melt off.

And I'd hasten to add that it's not exclusively a Southern thing; I've seen people do it in the grocery stores up where my parents live. Where they're supposed to be USED to snow.)