I made up a batch of my favorite chicken tortilla soup (with no chicken, and I added spinach today.) I used my rice cooker to make steel-cut oatmeal today, and it worked brilliantly. I roasted some veggies I had sitting in my refrigerator that had to be cooked. I made two batches of brownies (Superbowl night.) I've washed, dried and folded 4000 loads of laundry, done squats and planks for a new challenge, and done the grocery shopping. Of course, after all the cooking, you end up with this:
I'll trade you a jar of soup if you'll do my dishes...
I went to see a new band the other night - Umphrey's McGee. The music was decent, and I loved everyone, and stroked a lot of people's hair. There may have been alcohol involved. Young hippie-ish people who may or may not have been using herbal refreshment are very receptive to having their hair played with. Of course, I am receptive to having my hair played with all the time, and I don't need to be influenced by anything. I just like having people play with my hair. Yes, I know this is weird, I accept this and go with it. After, we went back to my friends' house and hung out, watching Key and Peele and eating grilled cheese. Then something magical happened - we decided to watch The Neverending Story. I haven't seen this movie in years, and it did not disappoint. The imagery is so trippy - no wonder it has stuck with me all these years.
I never noticed the nipples on those Oracle statues as a kid. There may have been jokes about them being "as hard as rocks" at the third gate. There may have been thumb wars fought. I may regress to a 12 year-old boy when drunk. It was a good night - I should probably have more like it.
Softball time, and then off to a superbowl party. Go Sports!