Busy Sunday

Sometimes I wonder who is the crazy person in this household. My weekends are taken up with working out, cooking, cleaning, running errands and catching up on economic news, while my husband’s weekend seems to mostly be about searching for the perfect ringtone for his Blackberry.

Yeah, I don’t get it, either.

At any rate, I wrote and posted a new Steal Tomorrow flash fiction piece this morning, then went to run a few errands and mentally curse the people of this world who do not understand that blocking grocery aisles with your cart is bad and adding your cart to someone else’s aisle-blocking cart does not improve matters.

I came home and cooked for the week. Nothing new here, but I made:

• Quinoa-Spinach Bake
  
• Rice Balls
  
• Curried Zucchini and Yellow Squash
  
• Baked Yellow Squash with Chipolte Cheddar
  
• Brown Rice
  
• Oatmeal Cookies
  

At the end of all that, I only had time for a 90-minute spin in the studio, but I hit it hard and got a good workout.

Now I’m going to iron some clothes for work, do my nails, feed the bunny and settle in with some quiet time for writing, editing, etc.

Cadbury seems to be settling down a bit. He still has intense periods of exploration and friskiness, but he also spends more time just hanging out in loaf position. I guess he’s getting used to this place. He still has a lot to learn, though, including that scratching at a door will not make it open. For that, you need opposable thumbs. I tried to explain, but he remains undeterred. Dan says I shouldn’t trust a bunny in a mask, and maybe he’s right.