Right at this moment? Going absolutely bonkers with a weirdo morning. I wake very early (when I sleep "in" at all, which usually means I'm thrilled to wake when the sun is up). Good start to the day, right? We'd decided on a cold pasta salad for supper, and that's my big thing. Cook when the kitchen is cooler. So I put some "gourmet" pasta my husband wanted to try. Now, picture it, husband asleep. I was going back and forth between my novel and the computer and the bathroom (like many old houses, bathroom is in back of the kitchen). I checked the pasta, way, way to firm. So went into use the bathroom, we're talking a minute or so, came back out and the pasta was mush. I was just furious. Left it in the strainer until husband woke and came down and asked him to taste it, and I knew he'd agree, trash. So I started another pot of water boiling and the rest of the bag of the "gourmet" pasta, and, since I had back-up (husband to potty the dog, watch the water if I needed to pee, etc), started over. I made the pasta and took it to where I thought it was a little too "al dente" and husband agreed with me, just trash the stuff. If I'd had some eggs in the house I'd have made a fritata, but as it was, just threw it out. I HATE to throw out food, period. And this was expensive crap. Then I grabbed a bag of tried and true, Barilla, and started over. Now we're talking three times, in a not air conditioned kitchen. Then my dog is barking her head off. She isn't a yapper, so I looked out and found a man walking through my yard. Huh? He looked sort of like my yard guy, I thought, but Sunday? Then I heard a power saw and realized ... well, it goes on and on. Bad morning. All in all, it's OK, it was just $10 worth of useless flour and water and effort and too much heat in the kitchen. The yard guys are just taking down a neighbor's tree, that had fallen (and luckily only nicked a gutter, that said neighbor has already told me he would repair). But just one of those days where all this happened when DH was asleep or up performing his abultions. One of those days, I guess.
