Meryl Streep is a scary penguin

I feel like I’m waking up after a long nap, and am cranky.

Things have been OK with me. I’m sorry I’ve been silent for so long… The urge to blog is not strong lately. Words after words after more words. Things have felt stagnant, but Spring brings change, and change is life, messiness and all.

Orpheus and I are still together, despite a kind of rocky patch of late getting everything put in place for moving in. We can’t find an apartment, and time is fleeting… It’s a little scary, actually. We’ll pull through, though the sex is practically non-existent right now. As per usual, he’s pussyfooting about where certain sex acts are concerned, and I’m being kind of a bitch about it. We’ve been watching far too much TV, and doing too little cleaning at my current place, as well as far too much eating. I mean, given that my latest culinary success (excepting what I did last night,) was a pinto bean tart, it’s not a given that I have any friends left at all (not if they’ve been within three yards of me in the last three days, anyway).

Fortunately, Terra Firma and I seem to be decamping as far as iciness is concerned. There’s not too much time left together in our apartment, so things have been kind of nice. We used to be friends, and may be able to resume a friendship at some point.

Last night, I had a horrible finish to my day at work. Customers may be how money is generated, but they are also hell itself at times… Especially when only the dumb ones seem to be calling. As you may have noticed, I tend to cook out my aggression. Last night, I prepped a half-chicken for roasting by shoving thyme and garlic under the skin, rubbing with olive oil, salting and peppering, and sprinkling with lemon juice. The thing was then shoved in the oven on a bed of rough-chopped red onions, celeriac, carrots, red potatoes and green beans with extra thyme spread over the veggies, and the squeezed lemon halves were popped under the carcass for steam. I buttered the skin a little under half-way through roasting, and it developed a beautiful, crusty brownness. The chicken ended up tasting like dying and going to heaven, which was nice. Tonight, we’re having leftover chicken breast tacos with pan-seared onion and mild hot peppers, all whilest watching Doubt on DVD.

Damn, but Meryl Streep is scary in a habit…