I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city to tutor children after school and attend a Girl Scout Service Unit meeting and search unsuccessfully for a reasonably priced microwave at Target (because ours died last night and if we need any sort of gadget, that's definitely the one) and so move on to H-E-B Plus where I found one and did eons of grocery shopping and finally journeyed home to nearly sleeping children and an ungrateful man. (Why do we keep men around anyway? Oh, yes - I remember: to kill roaches. That is important. Roaches are the spawn of hell.)
Fortunately, my grandmotherly person had just sent me a check for Christmas and that paid for the microwave. How many of the thousands of things that I still need to do during this waning week will I take on tonight? Just making lunches and bathing, I think. And I may skip bathing.