Weekends suck
As they tend to lead into weeks.
And next week is to be a particularly hellish week for me; I will be out of the house over 13 hours a day, leaving me almost no time for things like “relaxation” and “sleep”. And, sure, it’s just five days, and it’s group suffering (more fun than solo) but still. And my poor Tilda, all alone all day, and me either doing other stuff or sleeping the rest of the time. Sorry, baby — I know you hate that I am doing this, and I feel totally guilty about it. But you don’t *want* a companion. Except me.
So tonight I made a muffin batter which can apparently sit in the fridge for 10 days. It also makes 4 dozen muffins (something I should have twigged to when I noticed 4 eggs and over 7 cups of flour or oatmeal), so I’ll bring some for the group, and then I’ll just make them every morning as a “well, I have to ingest something other than caffeine during the day and nice to have a treat for breakfast” plan. Unless they’re terrible, in which case it’s “have to eat something and might as well get rid of these guys since they’re already made”.