not much better than spaghetti


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I was going to take myself to a movie last night, and then I thought, you know what? I don't feel like it. Even though I did not see a movie I had been considering going to on Saturday as well -- the last movie I actually went to was last Wednesday -- and then I bagged that since I'd been watching six hours of Stranger Things 2, after being out for literally 12 hours straight on Sunday, I just wanted a quiet evening at home. I did watch some TV. I watched Friday's episode of Real Time with Bill Maher; Sunday's episode of Last Week Tonight with John Oliver; and the penultimate episode of the first season of Lady Dynamite on Netflix.

I also made spaghetti. I used the last of two packets of Field Day spaghetti Shobhit had wanted to buy at PCC because they had been on sale at a great deal, 2/$3 for 16oz packages. We have a real excess of pasta right now, and Shobhit had mentioned before leaving for India that I would probably make a lot of it while he was gone. I did make pasta with pesto cream sauce a couple of weeks ago (the beloved recipe Ivan shared with me back in 2014 when he lived with me the first time), but switched gears last week to make veggie chicken enchilada casserole. I finally made pasta again last night.

And it created a lot more volume than I expected. I thought I was making a large amount of pasta sauce -- I used an entire Trader Joe's box (8 oz, I think) of crimini mushrooms, after all; I usually only chop up a few of them. And I even had a few leftover from the last box I bought, but I wanted to use a full box. I needed to walk the two blocks over there anyway, to get a bell pepper and some celery to ad as well. This I combined with a large red onion I already had, which was then mixed with a 28oz can of crushed tomatoes. The frying pan I used nearly overflowed once I had it all chopped and mixed together.

But still, once the 16 ounces of spaghetti noodles were done and I mixed in the pasta sauce, it was not at all like pasta with a large amount of pasta sauce. It was noodles barely coated with pasta sauce. After having one small bowl of it for dinner, I literally filled six single-serve containers with the leftovers. That's fine, though; it means I'm set for lunches all week -- although I'm scheduled to go out to lunch with Karen on Thursday -- and plenty should still be left on Friday when Shobhit gets home, if he's hungry and wants something quick to eat. He'll just have to add his own peppers to it to make it spicy.

I just wrote four full paragraphs about making spaghetti. Did you actually read all of that? If you did, I congratulate you on your endurance.

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I don't know why I was so tired last night. I never got on Skype with Shobhit in the evening; most of the time it was too early in India and he was likely still sleeping. I got into bed to try and do some reading not long after 9:30 but literally could not keep my eyes open enough to retain the words. I was zonked out by 9:45, and slept deeply enough that this was one of the ever-fewer nights when Ivan getting home from work did not wake me up. The Sleep Cycle app says I was in bed 7 hours and 33 minutes, with a sleep quality of 87%. Hooray! It even only picked up on a single minute of me snoring the entire night. (Weirdly, they recently introduced this feature. You can actually listen to recordings of yourself snoring. How it identifies only that and never records any other kind of noise -- sirens, sex, whatever -- I have no idea.)

I have been on Skype briefly the last two mornings in a row, right after I got out of bed but in the mid-evening for him in Delhi. He'll see Guru sitting in my lap and then dictate how he thinks I should pet the cat, which is a little annoying. Also sweet, I guess. Shobhit really, really loves the cats.

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So, what other boring shit can I write about today? I have no interpersonal or relationship drama, or even notable events, to report on today. You must be thrilled!

Okay, the boring shit then. If you insist. I do have one thing to say about Daylight Saving Time ending. I generally love the darkness of the winter. There is one definitive drawback though, even for me. It gets too dark to read while walking home, even by 5:00. Like, it takes me between 45 and 50 minutes to walk home, and I could only keep reading for about half the way as I walked home yesterday. And this is actually better than it's been in years past, when I left work at 5:00 -- because now I leave work at 4:30! If it could just stay light out until at least 5:30, that would be perfect. How the hell am I supposed to get my book finished in a timely manner? Actually read at home instead of watching TV?? Get real.

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[posted 12:25 pm]