Yesterday morning was lovely, but my lingering sniffles/allergies are turning into a full fledged cold. Today I didn't want to do anything or go anywhere, but Sam has had other ideas. We still don't have a chain or second deadbolt on the front door (but his other two escape routes have been managed (zip-tied the gate to the deck so that it no longer swings open at all, and we keep both cars locked in the garage (with keys inaccessible)so he can't get to the garage door openers)) and he's gone outside without permission several times. Not while I'm slacking off, mind you--I'll be trying to do laundry and he'll take that exact moment to step outside. I am lucky I didn't fall as I flew down the stairs at least twice. He's also taken to leaving the driveway and getting closer and closer to the busy street, though he hasn't gotten as far as the sidewalk under my watch.
Anyhow. I haven't been cooking according to my "plan", so I haven't been writing posts about it. Last night's roasted vegetables with sausage was kind of a flop. The recipe is here, but I think it's gotten on Dan's permanent "no" list, so I probably will not make it again. If I do, it'll just be for me, and it's kind of a lot of food for one person. I meant to put away the leftovers to have for lunches this week, but the sick. I passed out and forgot. Had to throw it all out this morning...so wasteful. Which made me feel [here Sam decided to make a run for it. Again.] even crappier.
Earlier Sam dec[Here he escaped into the garage. AGAIN.]ided to go out to the garage, open our freezer (upright, not chest), take out a frozen pizza and bring it inside, insisting "Pizza! Pizza!" I guess that is what we are having for dinner tonight. Whatever. I gave him chicken nuggets in the meantime.
When I'm feeling less grouchy, I'll write about Sam's and my music class we attended last night. At the moment I guess I need to parent him. Ugh. Sigh.
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