Que sera, Sarah

Oh, Monday. Why must you be so tiring? You make it difficult to clean up after dinner and write blog posts, leaving me with a sink full of dishes and a post full of bullet points. So sad.

• We had a two-hour delay for work today, for an ice storm that never materialized. Somehow, despite sleeping an extra hour, folding laundry, and doing the dishes, I still didn’t manage to kill off all the extra time. I know… I’m as surprised as you are.
• As if I need to watch more television, reading Tina Fey’s bio for my book group makes me think I may be missing out not watching “30 Rock.” Thoughts?
• While technically I bought my fleece-lined yoga pants to wear for my ice skating classes, they’re so comfy that it’s possible I’ve worn them every day since I got them.
• I made magloubat, a dish I had in Jordan, for dinner tonight and my apartment smells amazing. I’m not in love with the way it came out, overall (the rice is super-sticky), but it tastes pretty good nevertheless.
• It’s not even game day yet, but between Ovechkin’s suspension, Backstrom’s concussion, and Green’s surgery, the Caps lineup will be as depleted as can be for tomorrow’s game – and they’re facing the reigning Stanley Cup champions. Alexander Semin, you’re our only hope…
• Oof.

And with that, I bid you goodnight.