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( Gaeilge )

Oof. No, I was going to do the dialogues but, no. Tomorrow.

My god, I actually slept through the night last night. It didn't result in any more exercise ... no, a little more exercise this morning, but not much, but that's something for check-in. But I actually slept through the night! Apart from one thing that may or may not have involved completely waking up, Murdock was nibbling on me. I think I woke up enough to pet him, but I have only a vague recollection of that even happening, so that might have been more the fact that he was sitting on me as I was falling asleep. That cat, I swear.

And enchiladas happened! Actually enchiladas happened on Monday but out of about ten or so that I made I got to eat three of them. Because the boy ate most of them. Even the leftovers. So I told him that it would be a sweet gesture if he went to the store on his way home from work this morning and got cheese so I could make a new batch, 'cause I had most of the stuff left for it. And he did. And then enchiladas happened.

And the point of all this was sort of, does anyone have an idea for a more reusable wrap for frozen meals like burritos and enchiladas and thing than tinfoil? I was kind of thinking of using the muslin that I have, but I don't know how good of an idea that would be. It would also probably require things to be dry when I put them in, but most fabricy things would be like that. (I was out of wax paper, or I would have used that which is at least more reusable than shreddy tinfoil.) And, god, I need to do all the baking this weekend. I'm thinking lemon bars and spice scones. Sunday is clearly All Day In The Kitchen. And. Something. Oh, and chicken from Saturday if the boy gets more of it.

As you may have noticed, periodically I love fucking around in the kitchen and being domestic.

Still Fuck It's Cold Outside cold, still probably warmer than it is in most of the rest of the United States. Which means I'm frozen and grumpy if I have to go out of doors, but less likely to bitch in public? Really, Asheville is an awesome place to live, weather-wise. The mountains mean we get little in the way of extreme weather at any given time. Of course, if the mountain passes, all of them, get rockslid shut we're ... maybe not so much fucked, but things will definitely slow to a craw. But other than that, we're in an amazingly peaceful part of the country.

I need to essay today, make a grocery list and probably a menu plan, and check in. With luck nothing catastrophic will happen and I'll actually get all of those things done, plus some relaxing tonight. In practice... well. In practice, we'll just have to see, won't we? Also I seem to need some food porn icons. Hurm.

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( Deutsch )

Well, that's most of the stuff done for the morning, and, what, essays and line edits all afternoon? I don't even remember where the hell I was on line edits. I was going to look that up but thaaaat never actually happened. Oops.

... wait, gen Durincest? This is a thing? How could you even tell? I mean, okay, if there's in-line references to the incest part without it being explicit, maybe, but Fili and Kili (and, in the movie, Thorin) are so close and tied together anyway, how is gen Durincest any different from Durin family shenanigans?

Ahem. No, that's not a slag against Durincest, I'm just genuinely bemused because a lot of the stuff I've been enjoying has been labeled as Durincest even though I read/interpret it as awww lookit the adorable brothers. I'm actually a bit squicked by Durincest, so I don't go looking for the explicitly incestuous stuff. But now, gen Durincest? uh. huh.

ANYway.

I seem to have hit the point where I really just need to start reading in Spanish, French, and German both to expand my vocabulary and to keep up my fluency. Spanish and French are fairly, yeah, I've known that for a while, but I'm trying to figure out when the fuck that happened with German. Really? Seriously? And if I had a simultaneous text for Russian I'd be doing that, but as it is, no, I just need to get back to translating things into Russian. Fairy tales and the like. Possibly, very possibly also translating some basic phrases like you'd find in a phrase book into Russian and then come spring, practicing by going up to the grocery and poking them. Or something. But now I'm back to, how the fuck did this happen. Four languages manageable, five struggling. We're not touching Japanese but if you dumped me in the middle of Tokyo I would probably survive even if no one spoke fluent English. Of course, one of my first things would be to ask for a dictionary. But.

We're not touching Irish mostly because I just started that, goddammit, and if I was abruptly conversant in Irish I'd start examining myself for unauthorized cyberware. Plus this book I started working off of, while good for the grammar points clearly outlined, is not so much with the exercises to embed it in my thinkmeats. Which is why I got the other book.

Anyway. Oogh. I do have a couple dual-language side-by-side books... ooh, I even have one here at work. So I might as well start on those. French and German, and, ooh, hey, there's a couple Russian ones I could buy too. I might have to do that. And Spanish, well. I just need to get off my dumb ass and start reading my Allende. Really.