The Bloody Doors Off

I’ve been manic for hours, and not sure if I can find my equilibrium tonight without outside assistance. (Like decaf tea. Or another kind of leaf.)

I woke up this way. Really think it’s tied into the anticipation of starting the contract tomorrow. I’m a little nervous about it, but mostly excited. Woke up feeling energetic (or so I thought at the moment). Barely through a cup of coffee and bagel for breakfast when I had a game plan. Laundry. Good idea of have all clean clothes for the first day. So I trundled off, got it done by 3, even made good headway in my book. (50 pages to go.)

But that wasn’t enough.

It was a beautiful day and so a walk was planned. I needed to get a bottle of distilled water for my CPAP so I set out on Gerrard to Food Basics. But of course once I was there, it wasn’t just a 4L bottle I was going to get. I had half the fixings to make a tuna pasta and decided I should get the onions and mushrooms, and whole wheat pasta, and set it up for the week. I’m working 10-6:30 but I don’t know how the evenings will go yet, whether or not I’ll have the energy to cook. And this is how I used to do it, so it made sense. And coffee was on for $6.99 (there’s the sweet spot). Picked up a Timmies coffee for the stroll home. Barely took time to unwind and I was in the kitchen getting the pasta ready. Much better result this time. The secret is using Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom soup. The texture is thicker. The no-name stuff is runny and waters it down. (The other secret? Hot sauce.)

And just as that came out of the oven after baking, I had pans going for a small ham steak and onion/mushroom and cheese omelet (why does that word look wrong? I feel like it should be omelette).  Now I’m watching Once Upon a Time and contemplating whether or not to watch Cosmos at 9 and The Walking Dead after or vice versa. And there’s that bit in the back of my brain that’s thinking about work tomorrow and whether I should set the coffee pot overnight so it’s brewed when I wake up or if it’s better to make it like I usually do (it’s routine after all, and I need routine) and why the hell is Brenchel still on The Amazing Race and damn I really should get over and pour the hot water for my tea and…

And Izzy and Mels are cuddled up beside me on the couch, not giving a shit about anything.

I need to relax like that.