Of Pierogies and Productive

13,472 Days Alive

8 Pierogies Eaten

1 Load of Laundry Done

I’m tired. Not exhausted, but just tired.

I had spoons left after work, somehow, despite busting my butt all day trying to catch up on my workload. So I went to the grocery store to pick up my meds and ponder dinner.

I saw a box of garlic and something pierogies, knew we had some smoked beef sausage at home, and grabbed an onion to make a quick fry-up.

I boiled the pierogies first, rather than spend sixteen minutes at the stove waiting for them to pan fry. And I didn’t feel like busting out the air fryer tonight. Maybe another time. Anyway, it was delicious and I ate all of it. Spock tried to help, but I didn’t let him because onions + cats = anemia and other bad stuff.

My tooth hurts. I have only a few more days before I go back to the dentist. I’m not thrilled, but better than in pain.

Anyway, it’s late. I’m going to un-nude myself into some pajamas and head to bed.

Take your meds, folks.