Fall and Halloween
Nov. 1st, 2005 07:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greenstormI've been on a cooking kick in the last little while. On my way home from work yesterday I stopped on the Drive and got ingredients for vegan pea soup (even to a teaspoon of cumin and six bay leaves, I love buying bulk). Total cost: $3. I have a *lot* of soup, perhaps two gallons, unless my roommates have eaten it. Then, this morning, I got up and made breakfast. How novel, cooking before noon on a workday! It's potstickers, but still.
Then I walked home from Broadway station. That's right, not from Renfrew. It's a lovely, lovely walk through back alleys (I always walk through back alleys) and I took the time to talk to myself and randomly inhabit my own brain, something I haven't done while at home lately because at home there is always so much to do. Forecrackers started going off at 4:30, which scared me. Apparently in other places, lighting off exploding things constantly isn't a big part of Halloween?
I'm having a lot of trouble settling into myself this fall. The dark is assaulting me; I can't sleep; I've no routine. Hopefully that will change now that the job switchover is nearly complete, and I mdo have even more routine than I had before-- up and at work for 10:30, in uniform, bring the notebook. I do love my uniform, all earthtones with pointy things in the pockets. I need a toolbelt to go with it.
Anyhow, I'm at least not unhappy. I'll be around.
Then I walked home from Broadway station. That's right, not from Renfrew. It's a lovely, lovely walk through back alleys (I always walk through back alleys) and I took the time to talk to myself and randomly inhabit my own brain, something I haven't done while at home lately because at home there is always so much to do. Forecrackers started going off at 4:30, which scared me. Apparently in other places, lighting off exploding things constantly isn't a big part of Halloween?
I'm having a lot of trouble settling into myself this fall. The dark is assaulting me; I can't sleep; I've no routine. Hopefully that will change now that the job switchover is nearly complete, and I mdo have even more routine than I had before-- up and at work for 10:30, in uniform, bring the notebook. I do love my uniform, all earthtones with pointy things in the pockets. I need a toolbelt to go with it.
Anyhow, I'm at least not unhappy. I'll be around.
