Swedish meatballs
1) Woke up. I inhaled and exhaled. Repeated.
2) Got out of bed. Dragged a comb across my head.
3) Shuffled off to the kitchen.
4) Made egg nog. Mixed breadcrumbs with milk. Put both in fridge. Go me.
5) Cleaned the kitchen.
6) Spelled kitchen correctly
7) Stopped a range war.
8) Stopped a microwave war. Geez, people, chill out.
9) Wrapped presents.
10) Pondered the imponderable. Still don’t know how I did that. Just lucky, I guess.
11) Watched Number One Son and Number Two Son play video games for a while. Good to have the both of them home.
12) Decided not to write up a Christmas letter. Didn’t know how to explain why my great-great-great grandfather tried to conquer Europe.
12b) Took a nice relaxing bath. Read from my bath book, Mary’s Land.
13) Number One Son made a salad and helped a bit with making Swedish meatballs.
14) Cleaned the kitchen which had gotten messy again.
15) Ate dinner with the natives.
16) Contemplated Kepler’s Law of Planetary Motion.
17) Number One Son made reservations for us for Tuesday at a cat cafe.
18) Wrote this blog.
Behave yourselves.
– Paul De Lancey, The Comic Chef, Ph.D.
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Anything with Swedish meatballs is good.
Sounds like a pretty good day, to me.