Day One

Somehow it’s already 11 pm and I’m just now starting to write today’s post. When I was doing the Daily Sock, I’ll admit that happened all too often as well, but I had kind of hoped not to already be pushing the limits of what could be accomplished in a day on Day. Freakin’. One.

Huh. Maybe this is why I haven’t been getting anything that seems useful or like forward progress done lately. I’ve been just too busy doing all the other things.

Then again, there’s an old nugget about making time for the things that are important to you, right? And if getting some writing done and feeling even the slightest bit accomplished at the end of a day is something I genuinely give more than a fly’s ass about, I suppose I’ll have to quit whining about how late it is, and just get to work.

Then again, I could do some quality whining and then write a quick haiku before going back to playing Magic: The Gathering Arena. Would that be cheating?

Anyway, the real question i know you’re wanting to ask is: how did the goal for Day One go?

Success!

Of course, the goal for Day One was pretty easy: to eat only food I’d made at home. So, yeah, not entirely a challenge on par with, say, landing humans on a foreign body in space with little more than a some propellent, a moderate grasp of the physical laws of nature, and a computer that was neither as powerful nor flexible as the graphing calculator I used in high school 25 years ago.

Still, as I eluded before — and by “eluded” I mean, I came right out and bitched about it — life is a little busy right now. When you’ve got two careers and four kids all in various stages of getting ready to go back to school, I few like I spend a lot of my time spinning about like the Loony Tunes Tasmanian Devil, all arms and dusty whirlwind and spit. On occasion, busy is just a storm you have to learn to weather.

Unfortunately, “weathering it” can mean making less, uh, advisable decisions about dinner on occasion.

This all made focusing on better meal choices kind of a no-brainer when it came to Day One. It also made Day One’s goal easier to achieve than getting food poisoning from last week’s fish. Hell, packing a lunch got me half way there, and a slow-cooked meat sauce covering cheese ravioli sealed the deal.

Ok, fine. No, I didn’t actually make ravioli from scratch. Making real ravioli is, like, an actual skill, and not one I possess as I’m mostly German and don’t have an Italian grandmother stashed in the basement. But I’m not at all too proud to enjoy some frozen ravioli bathed in Dad’s Famous Italian Meat Sauce.

I had planned to get a picture of the masterpiece of a dinner. You know, all cropped and gussied up with the perfect Instagram filter. Alas, I seem to have forgotten to do that. As I turns out, I was shoving it into ravioli hole with abandon before I remembered that in the Year of our Lord Two Thousand Nineteen, food was photographing.

Luckily, I have never made either pasta or meat sauce when there wasn’t some left over. As an added bonus, not only do I have lunch all planned for several days this week, I also got this striking shot of The Meal, in Storage.

And that’s basically Day One. Day Two is going to be a goal almost a decade in the making. Let’s just hope I can overcome all this busy and get it done before 11 pm.

Pud’n

PS: Today’s socks are, in fact, brand new, and this is the first time I’ve worn them. I’d be kind of remiss in not including them, too. But, I swear, this isn’t going to be socks every day all over again.

Just, you know, sometimes. Because socks are still fun, either way.

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