I'm still trying to figure this whole "taking a break" thing out. Though, I think I did pretty good goofing off all day. Played computer games, went to lunch with my mom, took a nap, watched Dark Angel. (I was really happy to find out that the Sci-Fi channel was showing Dark Angel all day long.) Oh, and I cooked a bunch of food, including making Amish macaroni salad and something I'll never make again. Okay, so that's not true - if (and that's a big if) I make it again, it'll be as a dip and not a main course. Blah, though. I didn't care for it, but there's none left. I was going to clean my house, but all I managed was some laundry and dishes. ha!
The stomach flu fairy has come to visit. The germs just arrived, so there's no way to know what will happen next. I've dealt with enough puke for one day though. (should have added that to the above list) Now the affected child is sleeping - has been for quite a while. And, of course, I have obligations tomorrow that I cannot get out of. Don't know what's going to happen yet. We'll see...
Guess it's time to take the snowman stuff down. Leaving the stuff up when I took the Christmas decorations down didn't do anything to encourage Mother Nature to lay a hefty amount of the white stuff on us. Now there's green stuff growing in my flower garden. The snowmen are going into storage. Take that Mother Nature.
There's something interesting growing in my brain. It's a kernel of a something right now, but the wheels are turning. Not enough for me to relax my whole worry that I've fried all of my synapses, but a small part of it. I have to get a little more of the idea first. I'll probably do the break thing through the weekend though. That should give this little flutter of crazy, post-apocalyptic nonsense time to germinate. We'll see. And if it doesn't....well...I'll deal with that later.
Oh, and I burned the hair off my left hand while cooking. This after being horrified over a video of some guy using fire to cut his hair. Freaky stuff, that. Every time I've torched my hair it's been an accident. I can't imagine doing it on purpose.