I will not make a declarative post.
I will not make a declarative post.
I will not….

….well, there went my resolve…I generally try to steer myself away from telling straightforward tales of the everyday on domesticat. I’m not certain why, exactly, I have such a desire to avoid a simple retelling, but I think it’s because I like to think that I’m able to take a few minutes out of each and every day to lift myself out of the immediacy of the moment.

To see the bigger picture.

Tonight, I haven’t managed it. It was one of those nights that I tried to help a friend resurrect a site with problems, but didn’t manage my usual magic. For the second night in a row, my attempt to make a tasty dinner fell flat. I didn’t get as much coding done as I wanted, nor as much housework.

Just…flat. I think maybe I’ve exceeded my code-and-domesticat-fu for the day.

But I used my Christmas gift certificate to Penzey’s today. I ordered a basketful of things, which means that in about a week’s time, I will be rapturously in love with the smells that come from the box:

• white pepper
• ground cumin
• ground mace
• green cardamom, whole
• bangkok spice blend
• freeze-dried shallots
• rogan josh curry
• dried lemon peel
• arrowroot starch
• regular mustard powder

Two more movies arrived from Netflix today; one comedy, one drama. I’m greatly in love with the service already, since I’m finally seeing movies that I’ve been aching to see for months, but couldn’t rent in Huntsville.

After this, one last letter to write, and then I think I hear a book and a nice, boilingly-hot soak in the tub calling me.

It’s not that I’m banal; it’s that I think my brain is tired.

I will return to my normal sarcastic/observant witty goodness tomorrow. If you’re feeling inspired, commentsdomesticat [dot] net?Subject=You should write about…">drop me a line and suggest me something interesting to write tomorrow. You never know what might turn up here.