I have been home nearly an hour. I have a repeat episode of M*A*S*H (I’m sure I’ve seen it several dozen times by now, it’s the one where B.J.’s buddy plays practical jokes that get B.J. arrested) playing on the TiVo and about three minutes ago I put a batch of sugar cookies in the oven.
I didn’t mix up the dough, of course. It’s one of those packages of dough you crack into little squares and throw on a cookie sheet, quick and dirty.
Oh, and also I just took a couple of store-brand night-time cold meds, because I have the slightest hint of a sore throat and that’s how every cold I’ve had in the last 10 years started. So I’m being preemptive and inhaling meds at a pace approaching absurdity.
I’m hoping the combination of a slight sugar rush from a couple 1-inch cookies, the outpouring of heat from the oven when the baking is finished, and the two liquid gelcaps I just snorked will induce a glorious state of somnolence.
Happy Tuesday. :-)