At Least I Used a Bowl

The makings of a perfectly healthy meal are sitting right in my refrigerator—a lovely piece of salmon, the makings of a salad, and several different vegetables that will taste delicious after just 15 minutes of roasting in the oven.

I am really hoping to turn those ingredients into an actual meal tomorrow night, perhaps as a reward for making any progress whatsoever on a story I am writing for one of my classes. I already have a first draft that is more than 6,000 words long (nearly double what the final piece is supposed to be), and I still have more than 10 hours of taped interviews to transcribe. And 10 of hours tape = many more than 10 hours of transcribing, based on my limited experience.

And then there's the writing, of course. And the revising.

Lest you think I've been slacking off, I spent the day reading and editing the equivalent of 200+ pages of book proposals written by eight of my classmates. My big study break was going to the grocery store and the fishmonger to buy the aforementioned ingredients.

Zach is upstate, doing electrical and drywall work and a host of other renovation-related tasks. If he were here, I imagine he'd have cooked the dinner. But if he were here, I probably would not have gotten through those 200+ pages.

In lieu of dinner I had a dish of ice cream with a sliced banana. At 10 p.m.

All kinds of healthy going on here, I'll tell you.