Last night I got home from work secure in the knowledge that I had the ingredients to make tuna noodle casserole for dinner. The casserole was delightful: low-carb pasta curls, cream of mushroom soup, a can of tuna and a cup of frozen peas, baked until bubbling hot with a crust of French fried onions on top. It’s not something you’d ever look for or even want at a restaurant, but sometimes the quickie, at-home meals are the best. (See also: rice topped with a can of pork and beans.)
I spent the next morning cleaning up the kitchen, feeling no shame at the sight of crumb-covered cooling racks from a pre-Halloween batch of cookies. I know I’m a slob and I accept that.
I was a little ashamed at the state of my dressing room. It’s developing a bad case of half-hidden junk piles. There are stacks of papers in bags and boxes tucked here and there throughout the room, no doubt placed there to get them out of sight of visitors on various occasions. It’s nothing an evening with a paper shredder wouldn’t fix, but that evening really can’t come too soon at this point.
Maybe this weekend I can spend a day at home, put a chicken in a pot on the stove to cook all afternoon, and do a thorough tidying. As long as I lock up the TV remotes and my unread books, I might have a shot at accomplishing something. Stranger things have happened.
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