coming up on a manic cycle...

[brightbluegirl]

Ah, life is good.

Yesterday evening was a productive one.

To start with, Andrew and I made dinner and cleaned up a bit before sitting down and chatting over some delicious peppermint chai.

I got a phone call from my father to tell me how much money they've sent our way for the whatzit - more than enough to cover all the daisies I could hope for, plus the decorations. I'm so lucky.

Then Andrew left for the show, and I got to talk to thetamermaid for over an hour. I really AM so lucky. It was great, and made me long for the times we were roommates, or at least living in the same city, and got to hang out for hours at a time, and chat about anything and everything. I cherish our friendship.

So why'd I have to move across the country from almost every damn person I love????

DAMMIT.

Anyway.

After that was recipe madness. I wrote out the recipe for chickpea and green bean salad for Andrew's coworker, typed up a recipe for poached pears in saffron citrus sauce for Andrew's mother, and wrote out several recipes with tofu in them for rowan23.

Oh yes, and I did an hour of cardio and sent an email out to a friend of mine that had been outstanding for some time, and read about half of a paper of ihlathi's. (I'm saving the rest of it for today, like an excellent chocolate, to be savoured when I finish my work)

And of course, cleaned up the kitchen and tidied the living room.

I feel quite accomplished, and that makes me feel good.

Today I'm working too fast - I've come up on another manic cycle, I guess. Not as manic as I've been, so I guess I'll get manic-er. Be glad you're on the other side of the screen, dear folk. Heh.

So Andrew came home just as I was getting ready for bed, and he brought me a daisy. He's something else, my man.

Comments

[bethie8888.livejournal.com]

Mmm..poached pears.

And, damn you're productive! Do you feel good when you get like that? Or does it tire you out easy?

[freakykitten.livejournal.com]

I usually feel really good afterwards/during, actually. Last night I went to bed an hour later than normal, even found time for a bath and finished reading a book I was working on, and wished I had more time to do more, and don't feel tired today. I love these times. The down/quiet/unproductive days are the ones that get me down and make me tired.