Someone asked me for dinner ideas the other day. As if I’m cooking dinner lately. I spent the entire day today in my pajama yoga pants. I could suggest some Lazy Mom dinner ideas, but I suspect she’s already thought of nut butter sandwiches and a can of soup. Maybe I’ll lend her a cookbook with a few pages marked.

Instead of getting dressed, I worked on a couple of writing projects; I’ve got two longer-term (and slightly longer format) projects that needed attention, plus one shorter essay I’ve been carrying around in my head and wanted to get down. Except when I got it down, it turned out that I only had about two thirds of an essay in my head; I only have a vague idea of how to wrap it up. Something to think about when I can’t fall asleep tonight, I suppose.