In which the weather’s weird.

It’s 3:01 pm on April 11th. It’s overcast. It’s… hailing? There are several inches of snow on the ground. Earlier today, there was thunder.

What the fuck.

Here’s my lunch:

That’s leftover cucumber raita, basmati rice, and chana masala from last night’s dinner, with some dal I just made.

(I can’t stop making this dal recipe. It’s DELICIOUS. It’s super easy. This is, like, my fourth time making it. So good.)

The bed’s made, and I’ve got my laundry corralled in the basket to take down to the laundry room when-and-if I ever stand up and walk away from this stupid desk where I’m blogging and watching the first season of Get Krack!n. It’s a couple years old, but those Aussie chicks are droll and tight and hilarious.

I got four days off in a row. It’s glorious! Much sleeping and cooking and laundry. And snow-avoidance.

Sunday, Scott goes to Illinois for work for two weeks. We’ve only been apart three nights — or was it four? — in the past five years, so this’ll be weird. (We’ve been shacked up five entire years on the 16th. He’ll be in Illinois on that date, so I’ll buy myself a pizza! We’ll probably Skype or something. Five years!)