Something frozen

New desktops and Christmas icons at work, all from Pixture Studio. Left monitor:

Right monitor:

Wrote about 3,000 words over the weekend, which put me over the 25,000 word mark, or over halfway there! Not quite where I should be, but I'll make it up. And hey! I am making it up!

Bob's going to be gone this week, but I'm not sure whether that's good or bad, as far as the writing goes. When he's gone, I tend to fall asleep on the couch in front of the television, and who's going to cook my dinner?!

He's spoiling me--I think he cooked for me four times last week, and the fifth night, we went out and picked up Chinese. Monday he made fettucini with shrimp and lemon sauce; Tuesday it was grilled salmon with mashed potatoes; Wednesday was a grilled cheese sandwich and mushroom soup. Thursday we picked up Chinese food at the grocery store, and Friday I asked for grilled cheese and soup (this time tomato) again.

With him gone, I fear I'll fall back into my old habit of coming home starving and resorting to chips and salsa or cheese and crackers or something frozen . . .