Jacob is at Parent's Morning Out! I still dislike the woman that runs the nursery area. We got there right around nine. My watch already said 9:01, which means it was probably really 8:56 or 8:57. She made a big-ass deal about us being "early" and how I'd have to then retrieve him an equivalent amount of time early: "five, ten minutes." I really want to know where she got ten minutes. Oh well. He was fine and walked right into the room. Gillian is so excited that she gets me "all to herself" for four hours. Even if we are doing schoolwork.

While she's been reading about the Celts, I managed to finish a book. What I really need to be doing is planning out menus for at least the next week, if not the next two weeks. I have decided to buy myself a new crockpot. Not that there is anything wrong with my old one, but I want a smaller one, in which to cook oatmeal overnight. I generally avoid making oatmeal most mornings because of the time involved, which is pretty dumb. So if I use a crockpot, it'll be all ready for me. In theory. I am usually better about having time to spend in the kitchen in the evenings.

I am out of whey, which makes me reluctant to make beans. This is very sad.

"sum, esse, fui. I am, to be, I was." Yay for Latin.