Monday Arrived a Day Late

11:16 p.m.
Toss and turn, fail to fall asleep.

12:16 a.m.
Worry about whether I should eliminate canola oil and any and all margarine and shortening from our diets, and if making a spread from raw butter, olive oil and flax seed oil would be better. We don’t use much shortening, but we do use margarine sometimes.

12:37 a.m.
Wonder where the hell to find raw butter. Is the Challenge brand of butter raw?

1:07 a.m.
Wrestle with the deeply-ingrained idea that saturated fat is evil. Turns out, it may not be!

1:12 a.m.
Think of contacting a professor in work department who has some research on polyunsaturated fats.

1:17 a.m.
Feel shitty that the cookbook I worked on advocates canola oil. Feel a bit like an asshole. Think of implications of working in the nutrition field for the first time.

1:20 a.m.
Wonder how A. will react to this dietary change. He may like it. It is incorporating more butter, after all!

1:25 a.m.
Realize I don’t have to feel as guilty about making shortbread cookies with all that butter. Wonder if they would be good with whole-wheat flour.

1:35 a.m.
Finally drift off to a fitful sleep full of nightmares, dammit

2:48 a.m.
Get up and go to the bathroom

3:38 a.m.
Wake up, certain that my alarm is going to go off in the next five minutes. Wait.

3:45 a.m.
Realize that it is not 6:30 a.m. Look at watch and swear out loud when I see what time it really is

5:07 a.m.
Buster whines at me a while, then jumps up on the bed

6:30 a.m.
The alarm finally goes off. I had been asleep for over an hour.

6:30 a.m. – 7:10 a.m.
Am grumpy

7:20 a.m.
Much more alert after a warm shower. Notice, for the first time, that there are two piles of doggie puke in the bedroom

7:23 a.m.
Finish scrubbing up puke, blotting up cleaner

7:24 a.m.
Have a gagging spell

7:30 a.m.
Eat Overnight Oatmeal. The memory of doggie puke and the sticky consistency of the oatmeal result in another gagging spell.

7:33 a.m.
Give up. Toss the rest of the oatmeal in the trash.

8:something a.m.
Remember the snow blower isn’t working properly, so A. and I pile into the truck, uncertain if the car will get out of the drive or back to the house later tonight. THANK YOU 30+ MPH WINDS. Love those snow drifts you’ve sent us!

9:07 a.m.
Accompany co-worker into storage area to look for missing brochures.

9:08 a.m.
Notice something has spilled all over an open box of printed materials.

9:08 a.m.
Realize I tipped my coffee cup right over the materials.

9:09 a.m.
Swear profusely

9:15 a.m.
Prepare files to re-print the coffee-stained materials.

How the hell has your Tuesday been?