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At about 3:15 pm we got a call from my brother-in-law saying that he was in the city and coming over for tea -- and that he was about ten minutes away. Naturally the apartment was NOT in any condition to receive guests, so we darted around tidying up the living room and cleaning up the bathroom. I didn't get around to doing the cat box before Chuck showed up but at least the rest of the bathroom was relatively presentable.
He stayed for an hour and a half. We drank a couple of cups of tea each and had a good natter. And after Chuck had left... when the tea tray was unguarded in the living room... Emmie went in and knocked over the tin of canned milk that we'd opened fresh. All. Over. The. Rug.
*sigh* We got it cleaned up, but still.
And then it turned out that when George put the rice on for the pork roast dinner -- while I was distracted talking to Chuck -- he put too little rice in the rice cooker for the amount of water he'd added. I'm afraid I got very snippy when I realized this, as we were dishing up every other component of the dinner and still... waiting... on... the... rice. My temper is not exactly sunny right now. I managed to hold it together while Chuck was here, but now all I'm aware of is feeling like a tick that's ready to pop.
The pork roast, with rosemary sprinkled liberallly on top, was excellent. We had salad with the roast and carrots instead of rice, which ended up being a delicious combination. Even the rice eventually finished cooking and will probably be edible later. So why do I feel like shit right now?
*sighs again*
Chuck showed me a website that rates doctors in various parts of the world. I found writeups on my own docs -- Dr. Elkin, my GP, and Dr. Simm, my psychiatrist. Elkin in particular got an excellent rating. My husband's doctor, Dr. Thottingal, topped them both. Heh.
I'm going to try to get some work done, but I'm not sure how well I'll do. It might be time to crack open that Red Bull and see if it improves my mood.
He stayed for an hour and a half. We drank a couple of cups of tea each and had a good natter. And after Chuck had left... when the tea tray was unguarded in the living room... Emmie went in and knocked over the tin of canned milk that we'd opened fresh. All. Over. The. Rug.
*sigh* We got it cleaned up, but still.
And then it turned out that when George put the rice on for the pork roast dinner -- while I was distracted talking to Chuck -- he put too little rice in the rice cooker for the amount of water he'd added. I'm afraid I got very snippy when I realized this, as we were dishing up every other component of the dinner and still... waiting... on... the... rice. My temper is not exactly sunny right now. I managed to hold it together while Chuck was here, but now all I'm aware of is feeling like a tick that's ready to pop.
The pork roast, with rosemary sprinkled liberallly on top, was excellent. We had salad with the roast and carrots instead of rice, which ended up being a delicious combination. Even the rice eventually finished cooking and will probably be edible later. So why do I feel like shit right now?
*sighs again*
Chuck showed me a website that rates doctors in various parts of the world. I found writeups on my own docs -- Dr. Elkin, my GP, and Dr. Simm, my psychiatrist. Elkin in particular got an excellent rating. My husband's doctor, Dr. Thottingal, topped them both. Heh.
I'm going to try to get some work done, but I'm not sure how well I'll do. It might be time to crack open that Red Bull and see if it improves my mood.
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My doctor, Dr. Raubenheimer, ranked really high too. He's at the same clinic as Dr. Elkin!