Rant ahead.
I'm feeling meaner than seven mortal sins. Meaner than a snake.
First it was cutting up all those stupid branches because after DD did most of the biggest ones yesterday, she said she was done and I should do the rest. It was one heckuva job and plumb wore me out.
Then there was a crapton of garden stuff to clean up and put away.
Then it was putting together the casserole for tomorrow. A nuisance. I did print out the recipe to give to DGD tomorrow, though.
While was making the casserole, my brother called. I kept on keeping on while talking to him...never miss a chance to talk to him...DD called while I was on the phone with Bro from wherever she was wanting to know do I want her to bring fast food home for me for supper.
Then the darned eggs, which I never, ever have trouble peeling because I bring to a boil, take off the heat, cover for 10 minutes (10 minutes using a timer), plunge into cold water, let them cool for about 30 minutes, et voilà! Works every time. Every time except today. It has never not worked. Until today. Keep in mind the price of eggs...
Then I was going to take a nap. Every darned time I was drifting off, the phone would ring or the ring doorbell would chime or what the heck ever else.
So tonight? I'm gonna take Benadryl, and if I get Alzheimer's from taking diphenhydramine hydrochloride, so be it. I'm gonna sleep the night through. If Maggiecat wants breakfast before the roosters are even up, she's outta luck and will just have to wait.
When I went to MS365 to print out the casserole recipe, I discovered that Outlook had updated (again) and 365 was an all-new format. The first thing was that Mr. Chat popped up and wanted to know what he should write for me. I told him to leave me the eff alone. He finally got it and said he would. He didn't. I ignored him.
Tomorrow morning? I'm on tap for making cheese and sausage muffins, which is what we have on holiday mornings. I should have printed that recipe for DGD, too.
There. I ranted. I feel better now. All I need is a hug.