halfway through the day
Jan. 21st, 2020 01:41 pmThings done so far today:
1. Cut my fingernails and toenails.
2. Prep work for making taco salad tomorrow -- chop onions, thaw ground beef and jalapenos, set out pans and pots, stuff like that. (This is so I can't argue myself out of actually cooking tomorrow, since everything is already set up and therefore there's no prep time for me to look at and decide it will take too long to bother.)
3. Repaired a shirt that had small tears in both underarm areas.
4. Repaired my illegally comfy yet still work-appropriate black jeans. Again. *sigh* See, the reason they're so comfy is because they are old and the fabric is worn soft... which means they are sadly prone to occasional tears and holes and such. So first I sewed up the new tear a bit, and then I slapped an iron-on patch over the area since the fabric was still quite weak. (My iron is one of those household appliances that I hardly ever use, but when I need it, I really need it and nothing else makes an adequate substitute.)
5. Backed up my laptop to my external hard drive.
Now I have not quite one hour left before I need to head out and catch a bus to Not the IRS, and I'm not sure how to fill it. Probably I should write stuff, or maybe take a stab at sorting some of the childhood document folders my mom dumped on me a few years back, but I'm not feeling either of those options.
Ah well. I'm sure I'll think of something.
1. Cut my fingernails and toenails.
2. Prep work for making taco salad tomorrow -- chop onions, thaw ground beef and jalapenos, set out pans and pots, stuff like that. (This is so I can't argue myself out of actually cooking tomorrow, since everything is already set up and therefore there's no prep time for me to look at and decide it will take too long to bother.)
3. Repaired a shirt that had small tears in both underarm areas.
4. Repaired my illegally comfy yet still work-appropriate black jeans. Again. *sigh* See, the reason they're so comfy is because they are old and the fabric is worn soft... which means they are sadly prone to occasional tears and holes and such. So first I sewed up the new tear a bit, and then I slapped an iron-on patch over the area since the fabric was still quite weak. (My iron is one of those household appliances that I hardly ever use, but when I need it, I really need it and nothing else makes an adequate substitute.)
5. Backed up my laptop to my external hard drive.
Now I have not quite one hour left before I need to head out and catch a bus to Not the IRS, and I'm not sure how to fill it. Probably I should write stuff, or maybe take a stab at sorting some of the childhood document folders my mom dumped on me a few years back, but I'm not feeling either of those options.
Ah well. I'm sure I'll think of something.