Yesterday, math blew my mind. I was reading along, annoyed with bad notation, then turned the page and realized it wasn't bad notation at all. In fact, two concepts came together that I never imagined! Crazy.
Rice chex treats are absolutely delicious (and rather addicting).
I dislike making decisions, especially ones involving spending money. And also planning meals. I love eating good food, I even enjoy preparing it a lot of times. However, the deciding what good food to prepare - that I have to force myself to do.
My prayer room is no longer 50 degrees (yes literally), so I look forward to being able to use it again.
Classes start next week, I'm already back at the office at least part time, trying to finish what I needed to over the break before the real work begins.
I think I want to start a book club, but I wouldn't know what books to suggest us reading. And I don't really like analyzing a book, just talking about the story and what parts I enjoyed, etc. I always hated English class, because I didn't like dissecting the book or coming up with themes or symbols. I just wanted to enjoy the story.
Malcolm's making new sounds when he sees birds. He literally squeaks. Then he chirps. Then finally, the third or fourth noise is closer to a meow. And this happens more often now that a flock of crows has decided to fly back and forth over our house all day.
Swing dancing will begin again next week. I'm looking forward to it.
Okay, I must plan meals so I can go to the grocery store tomorrow. Otherwise, my dinner tomorrow night will be just as eclectic as tonight's.
