Heya peach! How have you been?
I’ve been good, getting my productivity on again. You may have noticed ye ol’ Woah! Roscoe is now presenting what has been entitled ‘Sundried Perusals’.
This is the name bestowed upon these new tagents I’ve been producing. Woah! Roscoe is still around, the archives are still all there for you to peruse, Tiger and Roscoe may still pop up (or come back all together sometime) but I’ve been finding it really hard to keep working as Woah! Roscoe when Roscoe is ‘on leave’. This is my way around it and I hope you approve and enjoy!
Soon I’ll be updating the ‘About’ page to be a little more informative of circumstances, but until then let me tell you about the wonderful things that happened today.
I weeded my herb garden, it’s beautiful! The sunflowers have opened their yellow big eyes and have started watching the goings-on. I made an impromptu breakfast of mushrooms on toast, followed by some delicious donated jam with pikelets, leftover chilli con carne then a dinner of homemade pizza and a dessert of homemade apple puddings with butterscotch sauce. Also – my first attempt ever at a green tomato chutney! I think it worked!
Gosh I’m starting to sound so very domesticated. If I helps, I did all this with rowdy dance music in the background.
Yesterday I met my new littlest neice too! What a little cutie! (I know, it’s not helping the domesticated image..I’ll make up for it tomorrow, I promise)
I fear though, all this awesome domesticated stuff, has really only happened because I’ve been seriously procrastinating. Procrastinating what? Anything. Seriously. Do you ever get that feeling you’re compelled not to do anything really? I think I was doing that today, I was procrastinating sitting down and focusing on something. I think it’s in preparation for tomorrows work times. I know it’ll be a really full on day of brain usage. I think my brain is intimidated. Fair enough too I say.
It’s like your body getting the jitters leading up to a marathon (not that I’ve ever done one). The anticipation is just too much. I got like that at the champs I think. I was bouncing off the walls before our finals dance, though that may have been due to the dozen odd pikelets I ate coated in strawberry dessert sauce, but it could have just been nerves.
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