Uninspired

That's the general feeling these days.

I haven't been inspired to pick up a good read, and so when all else fail, I revert back to the classics. Currently reading Jane Austen. I bought her complete collection, all excited that I could get the entire thing in one edition. The downside is of course the book is 15cm in height and so I can't bring it anywhere with me. It's sitting nicely on my bedside table.

I am still busy with work. I tendered my resignation about two weeks ago, and am serving out my 30-day notice. I was hoping to mentally "check out" but man, the work is non-stop and they have not named my replacement so it's business as usual. Before you think I resigned because I have attained Domestic Goddess stature, 'tis not so. And here's one reason (out of many).

I tried making roast chicken for dinner, served with baked potatoes, but it turned out so bad that the kids and the helper said no thanks to my offerings. Some people just cannot be that domesticated, no matter how hard she tries.