Sunday, January 25, 2009.
Workaholism Is No Fun.
I can't get the beta blockers that are part of my regimen for controlling my blood pressure. Walgreens says they haven't been able to get the stuff for a month. My pressure seems to be steady, though, so I've just let it go. I wonder if going cold turkey has an effect on one's head. If so, that would explain my low state of mind today. Or, it could be that I'm working too much and am burning out. On Sundays, I should be doing something other than sitting at the keyboard writing this and other things from seven in the morning until nearly midnight. The only break was a trip to the grocery with Mary Leigh, and a couple of short walks through the woods. It's making me testy. But I have no choice. If I don't get this stuff done, I'll be in trouble all this week, what with two Eat Club dinners.
The day started off brightly enough, with a particularly light, fluffy, delicious batch of biscuits that came out of the oven just as Mary Leigh woke up. White Lily Self-Rising Flour, there is no question, makes an enormous difference in these things.
For supper, the girls made a massive vat of macaroni and cheese. That's largely to keep Mary Leigh's lunchbox full throughout the school week. I used to like macaroni and cheese, but I don't anymore. One or two bites, yes. A whole meal? It's food for kids. Whenever I hear someone on the radio make a big deal out of the macaroni and cheese at (to use a classic example) Rocky and Carlo's, I wonder whether they ever crossed the Industrial Canal in their lives.
What of it? Mary Ann says. If they like it, why shouldn't they? They should, of course. But with all the greater pleasures available out there, it seems a shame. I always kick myself when I find I've been doing something the hard or unpleasant way only because that's the way I always did it, when I could have done it better and easier all along. That's the best reason for reopening every issue once in awhile.
Or I might just be in a bad mood today.
