Making Omelettes

Well, my body seems to have come to terms with this whole breathing thing and is slowly subsiding in it's assault on my respiratory system. Enough so that I can do the important things like shop, and bake and the annoying necessities like going to work.

I tried to start baking last night, I really did. I got home with about 40lbs of groceries (4 lbs of butter and 11lbs of flour). As I'm trying to get things balanced, I set a few groceries on the trunk. Their rest there was short lived, as they ended up on the floor of the garage.

Yup, the two dozen eggs were in that pile; mostly indistiguishable as discrete units now. I took that as a sign from the heavens, and figured that the fact I had thought about baking would be enough to assuage the kitchen gods. I also thought to myself that this might not have happened if I'd had someone to help me, and had a momentary pang of lonlieness. It soon passed, and I was left with a collection of broken eggs.

The truth of the matter is I've not been looking lately as Christmas, work and general burn out have really taken their toll. Right now I don't have the energy needed to make the effort necessary. As most of you know, this dating stuff is hard and while I've not hit a homerun yet, I've met a couple of very nice ladies, and even had three dates with one of them. Yes, three dates. I can't tell you how thrilled I am about that.

There will be more dates in the future, and while I can feel lonely sometimes, I'm not alone. I've got a lot of great friends that I've met and great friends I've not met. So, I'm thankful for what I have. That other stuff, it'll happen in its own time.