Monday are not, apparently, productive times. This is good to know, but not especially comforting to the stalled to-do list.

I take that back; work was incredibly productive, I feel like I really did get a fair amount done. It was just after. After, Mom wanted to go for a drive in the car-to-be-named-later and then she took me to dinner to celebrate the whole brand new car phenomenon. Here’s where I get a little stupid. We had options, one of which was seafood, so I picked that. Said seafood place was having a shrimp more ways than you can imagine deal and I was starving (it being an hour past my normal dinner time by then) so that’s what I ordered.

Now, shrimp are not high in tyramine, they are harmless little things, but add sauces and pasta with one (which I only ate a bit of the pasta) and the salad and part of an apetizer and a baked potato and suddenly my starving happily made a pig of self was not so happy. Large meals and rich food does not a happy me make, apparently, and that really sucks. I should have known better, I was over confident I suppose. Live and learn and be reminded, right? Sigh…

So the rest of the evening was spent rather lethargic-ally. I took a book with me to the tub and soaked a while (oh how I dream of a claw-footed deep tub where only my head emerges from the water and the book has to be propped up on one of those trays across the water…) then knitted a bit while watching CSI before turning in for a restless, wakeful sleep. (more like a series of naps, really)

I’m not cranky, I’m not mad, I’m just tired and very ‘meh’. But it looks like I’m going where it might snow for Christmas! More on that tomorrow I think…