I Still Get a Thrill from Making Popcorn on the Stove and Settling in for a Night in Front of the Boob Tube

Actually, this was Friday night's dinner. I was exhausted and after the week, I just wanted something light and to stare into space. Last night, I actually went out for a steak and shrimp dinner and ate like a king. My stomach was very happy I treated it to a wonderful evening of good food. A bloomin' onion, however, is never a good idea, even if you only have a couple of bites. 

I'm also glad it is basketball season, as it breaks up the day into digestible chunks, making weekend grading, reading, and planning a little less monotonous.

Thankful, also, for a colleague from nursing moving nearby so we can do weekend walks and talks with out dogs, and we ran into Sonya Huber's husband, Cliff, and walked a short while with him, too. Movement still matters. 

Today, it's back to the books, the writing, the grading, and the planning, although I was smart enough to marinate chicken for grilling and I hope to make rice and broccoli to go with it. I always have a better week when I cook ahead, because Monday-Wednesday are impossible days of go-go-go. If I don't plan, I have terrible meals that are just stupid (like popcorn on a Friday night).

I'll always associate popcorn nights with Lawrence Welk and Little House on the Prairie, and sharing the kernels with Dusty and Tizzy. Karal likes it, too, and she's really good at catching kernels tossed her way.

Okay, Sunday. Time to get the work done...and we're off.