Basically, I've been getting up two hours earlier than I am used to, and then taking my gramma to an adult day care. Then either to work, or to my apartment to 'veg' for a few hours before I go to work. Then, after work, heading back out to my folk's to spend the night so I can do it all over again. : I miss my bed. And my apartment.
And not that I've been able to go out to meet anyone - because I don't have the funds- but now I can't because of time. And my doggie is enjoying himself with his cousins, but he's completely crashing when he gets the chance to spend a few moments at home. So I know he's utterly exhausted.
I've cooked the past two tuesdays: the first was my tofu lasagna. The second, portabellos, baby corn and toms, rice and
Since the tofu lasagna is a stock recipe for me, I'll post it was some point in time later.
I'm thinking I might try a mushroom soup this tuesday ~ I'll let ya know ~ in between dropping off and picking up my grand mother.
In any case . . .
I keep thinking that it's not a man per se I want - it's some one to share things with. To be able to lean on - especially during something like this, because everybody else is leaning on me. My doggie's great, but he doesn't usually say the right thing. He doesn't usually say the wrong thing, either.
In any case . .
Slainte'
Mulu :>)
