So. Hypothetically. If you opened your refrigerator and got out a Tupperware container full of grapes and a couple of grapes appeared to be growing mold, would you:

A) Throw those two away, rinse off the rest, and eat them, or
B) Throw them all away?

Let me know, soon. I'm hungry. [This Food Adventure moment brought to you by the letter P (for ptomaine) and the color Green (for mold).]

Today's office excitement...I have some actual work to do! I'm beta-testing a workflow management interface we designed for the Belles, a new client. Buehler's out of the office right now, so I'm not actually working on it. I'm saving it for when he's around, so I can be Noticeably Working.

Besides, I've been down this path before. I'll tell the Three Stooges what's unclear or inconsistent and they'll ignore me. I'm not in any hurry to complete that cycle again.

One of my favorite in-office games is the Outlook Note. I pick a date six months or a year into the future, and then write myself a note, setting it as a "reminder" in Outlook. I tell myself what I'm doing at the moment, and what I'm thinking about. One popped up today, which is why I'm thinking about it. The last time it popped up, I was still struggling with the late, unlamented SEN. Heh. It's nice to be free of that monster.

Last night, I indulged in...well, not much. I called my mother and chatted with her. I called the Resident Consultant (who isn't resident this week) to ask her how her trip & meetings were going. I read some blogs. I read a book. I played some computer games. I over-ate.

I did not work on cleaning the kitchen, which was the Number One item on my Wednesday Agenda.

Instead, I pondered MYSA-AS. I get how people are all in love with reading it, but my On-Line Researches indicate that the fandom around the genre is...text only. Obviously I understand that drawing isn't something everyone can do and maybe it's no different from writing text-only stories about television shows or movies, but it strikes me as odd.

I have no desire to read any of it. Whatever it is that's interesting the Pondering part of my brain about MYSA-AS, it has nothing to do with being that kind of fannish about it. It's the marriage of picture and text that's holding my attention at the moment.

The Resident Consultant did suggest that if the original series Rapunzel loaned to me is the one sticking in my brain, I'd be better off buying copies of that series and not struggling to find something else "like" those.

Of course, she subsequently reminded me that I'm on a Fiscal Austerity program, and not allowed to buy any new books, so the suggestion wasn't worth that much. (But I could buy one. I could buy the first of that series. I know the B&N I pass on the way home has it because I swung by there the other day. Or, I could buy the first two. $9.99* isn't that expensive, I could afford two and still be being reasonably Austere, right?)

Tonight, as I scrub the kitchen floor, I will be Further Pondering these topics.

Unless I'm Pondering Fraser's current predicament, a thing I may well need to do. He's at a tricky point right now, what with both Dief and his dad giving him problems in their own separate ways.

The story is going to be a tad longer (certainly longer than that last TS piece), but I promise I'm not attempting to Plumb the Depths of Human Experience. In the end, I've decided that I'd rather turn out 50 pages of silly stupidity than sweat over 50 pages of Raw Emotion.

I'm not built for dealing with Raw Emotion. When faced with it, I tend to back out of the room slowly, pretending to be invisible. (I could have an Issue around that, but at my age, it's a bit late to be rocking the boat of contented placidity to work out Issues that aren't really damaging my life.)

I am getting pretty ungry, though. I can't make up my mind about the grapes, so I'd better go snag a turkey sandwich instead. After which I will need to do some Actual Paid Work.

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* Except, of course, it is. When I was a kid, you could buy new paperbacks for less than half that price.

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