So little to say

Let's say it quick.

Exhausted, don't know why I haven't let myself get to sleep already, except maybe a fear of not doing things when I could be doing things and thereby wasting irretrievable moments of my brief existence.

Finished reading The Power of One on the train in to work this morning, should say more about that when I have the consciousness for it. Borrowed Chronicles of Crime: The Second Ellis Peters Memorial Anthology of Historical Crime from the library, presumably start reading tomorrow on breaks.

Also this year's Classic 100 Countdown began today, this year's subject being the music of France. Bit frustrated I haven't yet been able to get the Listen Again feature working for the parts I missed, especially as I am liable to miss many hours more over the coming week. Not best pleased by this, as these countdowns have become a highlight of the year for me, and opportunity to broaden my musical exposure.

Indirectly made me think of writing a mash-up: Batman meets The Music of England. To be titled The Lark Knight Arising. Which is probably as far as that idea will get.

Work was kind of lousy today. Kept getting stuff I wasn't sure how to handle, and phone calls from council and senior staff members, it was pretty quiet except for people with enquiries about stuff I had no involvement or experience in. So I ended up handing what felt like a lot (but was actually maybe four things over four hours) to more senior co-workers, trying not to spiral in anxiety or to wonder what good I was doing there. Probably went okay really. Am probably never as excellent or disastrous as I think I am.

Also did some shopping trying to secure the final ingredients for the Winter Soup I have been trying to make. Grabbed a tube of pre-chopped dill because that was the only dill available (that single little tube in the whole shopping centre). Despaired briefly of finding lima beans, but discovered they are also known as butter beans, which I could then grab right off the shelf.

All seemed well until I got home and found our sour cream has been expired since the end of June. Had a texture more like ricotta (which I have just learned in the process of writing this sentence is not a cheese) when I scraped it into the organic waste bin. So now I've got to procure more of that. Hopefully nothing else will go bad by the end of the week, so I can get this dish done. We are running out of appropriate weather for Winter Soup this year.

Alright. Exhausted now. I follapse.