Another quick post.

Today was the tiniest bit frustrating at work. I had problems to solve, and solve them I did, just not as quickly or elegantly as I would have liked. Part of it was because I ate lunch half an hour early, since I was ravenous, and I didn't bring quite enough fuel to finish the day in a blaze of glory. Part was because a task that I thought was complete had to be revised. It wasn't anybody's fault, but I don't like having projects that I've crossed off my list, jumping back onto it. It's as if I'd given birth, delivered the placenta, had a sponge bath and a nice nap, nursed the baby to sleep, and then the baby woke up and climbed back in.

I came home, pieced dinner together, and spent most of the evening reading the fifth and final book in the Heroes of Olympus series. I'm maybe halfway through. I took the other four books back to the library on the way home, delivering the third volume to a librarian for a bypass or a kidney transplant or whatever metaphor is appropriate when half of the book comes unglued. I offered to pay to have it repaired, but the librarian just smiled and said no thanks, they'd take care of it.

I didn't just want to dump it down the return chute with its sisters.

I've worked some on The Albatross, and I made a vat of Fage/Nutella jollop to take to work tomorrow for our Super Bowl party. I'm aiming to leave the house early enough that I can stop at the grocery store for some strawberries to go with it. Right now I'm eating some Skinny Girl lime and sea salt popcorn, because my stomach is growling and I don't want it yodeling all night.

Tomorrow night I'll need to set The Albatross aside and make the quilt block to take on Saturday morning. Tonight I need to just stop and go to bed.