use real butter

I am going nuts. I think my pattern is that I can work on my thesis steadily for 4 days straight and maintain a good level of productivity, but after that things go downhill unless I take a break – as in goto work at my real job. I may discuss with my boss and prez the possibility of working part-time in August as well. And I guess this is important enough that if it’s not okay, I’ll just quit. Wow, what a great feeling that would be.

Good lord, I need to work out.

Decompression activity last night was to roast a chicken. It’s easy to do and muy rewarding. Takes no more than 15 minutes of prep and then you roast for an hour and voilà!

The heat makes me not want to eat. But when the sun finally drops behind the divide, the house begins to cool, and I start to feel peckish. Dinner last night was a welcome relief from working on the thesis, the heat, and general malaise.

On Sunday, our neighbor’s daughter knocked on our door (she’s too short to reach the bell). Her dad had washed all of the tupperwares we had brought dinner over in and placed them in a bag with a thank you note. She pulled out the note and wanted me to read it because she had written a note first, and then there was one from her dad. I asked her if they liked the dinner and she nodded enthusiastically and said, “yeah, yeah, yeah!”

me: what sort of food would you like this week?
b: oh, i love fondue. chocolate fondue with strawberries!
me: you can’t have chocolate fondue for dinner!
b: darn… *laughing*
me: what does your dad like?
b: oh, he loves chicken. we all love chicken.
me: what kind of chicken?
b: teriyaki – that’s his favorite. we like cheese fondue too. any fondue is good! yummmmmmm.
me: okay sweetheart, i’ll see what i can do.

**Jump for more butter**