Anyway I walked from my office to my car, and the wind blew my hair in my face. It cut right into my leather jacket. I felt soooooo cold! I got in the car, started it up, and got going, but my hair was still all over my face. I was cold and grumpy, and debated internally which was worse -- taking off my glove and being colder, or leaving my hair in my face? I couldn't try to fix my hair with my glove on, because it would just get all staticy instead of moving. Then it would be not just in part of my face, but all over everywhere.
Finally I convinced myself to briefly take off my glove, run one hand through my hair, then quickly put the glove back on. My hair was still messy but mostly out of my face, and my hand didn't get too cold. I then sat at every traffic light and shivered grumpily. Stupid red lights, stupid winter! Then my car warmed up, and everything got better. I love being warm.
Speaking of internal monologues, the following represents my attempt to "cook" for myself this evening.
"What to eat for dinner? Trying to eat healthy, keep to my weight watchers. Hm, I bought this fresh pasta, I'd better eat it before it goes bad. Okay, let's see. Boil four quarts of water. How much is a quart? Why don't they measure these things in cups? My measuring cup doesn't have quarts on it. It has 16 ounces. How many ounces in a quart?"
Pause for quick computer trip to google ounces in quarts.
"Thirty-two ounces? So I need eight of these measuring cups full of water?? That's ridiculous, I'll just fill the pot up two-thirds. That should be about right. Okay, now boil it. I learned in tenth-grade chemistry that salt is a catalyst, so I'll put in a pinch of salt. It says a teaspoon of olive oil to keep the pasta from sticking together. I wonder if olive oil is a catalyst? Hm, this lid looks like a teaspoon. That's close enough, these are guidelines not rules. And I need to cover it, to keep the steam in. No lid... I'll just use this plate. Okay, water's on. Set the timer for 10 minutes, and I'll go play."
Ten minutes of web-surfing go by. The timer beeps.
"The water's still not boiling? What's up with that? Well, I was going to heat up some veggies. Let's see, toss these things in the microwave. But I won't cook it until the pasta's cooking. This water's still not boiling? Well I can't wait any longer. It must be close enough."
Pasta goes into water.
"Okay, both the veggies and the pasta say to cook around seven minutes. That's good, I can use just one timer."
Wander off for more web-surfing.
....eventually I managed to put some Ragu over the pasta, put everything on a plate, and eat it. Not bad, even with all the guestimating involved! I have a leftover serving for tomorrow too. Go me.