How can time fly while dragging on?

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It should make up it's mind.  Probably a woman.

Dishes and more dishes.  Some dishes were washed in order to end up dirtying more dishes.  Breakfast beforehand, a cheese and mushroom omelette, with a scoop of salsa, plus the last of the milk.  I am trying to make it fluffy, I'll obviously have to do some research.  I probably got twice the volume, but I am looking for at least twice even that.  Not sure if cheese and mushroom can go into the batter, or in the amounts used.

I contacted the software company, my least favorite task.  I let them know my request, without options.  What good is extra time if it can't be installed?  As well I explained rather strongly why I do some things, of which I have no choice to a middling city dwelling bureaucratic type.  Don't get snippy with me, soyboy.  Then more dishes?  Yeah.  I didn't do it mommy!?!  Shut up and wash.  :p

Next kefir checks.  Another switch soon.  Then grain grinding.  I can't remember if I initialized the machine or not, which consists of running two cups through and tossing that.  Did that, then ran four cups through, mostly as sourdough feed.  Four cups was just three ounces shy of two pounds.  I held off feeding the starter for this.  I then had to switch the sourdough to another container, and learned a lesson... don't wipe the mixing spoon on the side.  Bleh.  Your grandma's raging...  Never mind.  Oh, and guess what?  MORE DISHES.

Hmm?  Well, not bad, really.  I need a short break then to the dishes, printer experiment, then the return stuff processing one way or the other.  Well, and a shower and shave.  The kitchen?  Doubtful.  I am getting much done, in rather good time, and by priorities, mostly.  I won't worry about what doesn't get done at this good pace.  I don't have much hope for the printer rigging, but why not give it a shot.  Later.