I'm here.

I haven't been here in a long time.  I've thought about the blog, came up with a few things to say, even wrote some drafts.  But they were never quite up to par.  (And why is it that golfers want to be below par but the rest of us want to be above par?)  So I'm going to have to lower my standards if I want to show up here on a regular basis.  

So here goes.  


Lowering some more . . . 

I'm making supper as I write this.  And I am SOOOOO burnt out on cooking.  So burnt out that the only cure is for someone to put supper on my table (this includes buying all the groceries, cooking, and cleaning up) to feed me and my family for one month.  Or maybe a week.  But no less than that.  

Of course, tonight I chose to make German meatballs and noodles for supper.  What was I thinking?  What's wrong with simple hamburgers?  I'll tell you what's wrong with that.  I forgot to buy buns.

There.  That's pretty low.  

P.S.  I like the word burnt much better than burned.  Also, dreamt.  Way better than dreamed.  But more on that later.  Probably much later.