Since I can move around a bit more, I've started going down stairs to make dinner at night. Sweet word, I'd forgotten how good my cooking was! My husband apparently didn't because he has to comment at every meal how it tastes "just like it used to." No matter how I tried to instruct him on my cooking, he always seemed to skew the recipes just enough that it was "off." He messed up mac and cheese one night... seriously. I love him, and I love that he tried his hardest... but that was some nasty mac and cheese. Even he didn't eat his. (*sigh*) It's been a long few months. And my potato-mushroom casserole last night was like heaven to me... yum.
I've been roasting in this heat wave, the humidity is absolutely killing me (the humidity is supposed to be like 80% all week- yeah). Yesterday's heat index was 98F, today it's 100F... and the hottest day of the week is yet to come (expected on Thursday). I'm already making plans to evacuate my house in the evening- not having a/c isn't usually so bad, but this past week has been awful. I read online that the heat pocket may be beginning to move east... which, uh, means it's going to move over me more than it already is. Yuck. Can't it just vanish and be done with it's bad self already? Needless to say, cold showers are my friend. And popcicles. My fan used to be my friend, but now it's just blowing hot air on me and we're not on such good terms. I am thankful for it though, because a hot breeze is better than no breeze right now.
I don't know if there was anything else I wanted to add... the heat's starting to peak for the day, and I can't think straight. Time to make preparations to leave my house, if just for an hour.