I have had a sleepy kind of day today.

But the good kind of sleepy, the kind that leads to satisfying sleep where you wake up feeling relaxed and content and lazy. I love those kinds of days, despite the loss of time. Good sleep is always worthwhile.

But you can see why I am writing this blogamajig of mine at 6 PM when I could easily have done it earlier were it not for the persistent but appreciated attentions of Mister Sandman.

And normally, this being Sunday, I would have done the writing ages ago and be in the shower right about now in anticipation of a pleasant evening with my friends, first going out to eat, then getting some grocery shopping done with Felicity, then retiring to casa del us to watch videos and enjoy one another’s company.

It’s my favorite day of the week, and usually I am my usual prepared self, making sure I get my blogging done early so I am ready to go by 6 PM.

Obviously, that ain’t gonna happen this time. I am probably okay anyhow. We don’t usually actually get going till around 7:30 PM, and that leaves me plenty of time to blog and shower and dress.

Speaking of time, a couple weeks ago my therapist gave me a potential medical explanation as to why I always feel like shit between 4 PM and 6 PM. Seems that people’s cortisol levels are at their lowest then, and that tends to make people feel mighty low.

This offers an alternate explanation for my father’s dinner table tirades. Before. I always assumed it was low blood sugar. Perhaps it was low cortisol levels instead. Or both… according to the Wiki article, the purpose of cortisol is to raise your blood sugar level when needed, so if there is not enough around, it would make sense that low blood sugar would result.

My therapist suggested that some aggressive hydration at around 4 PM would help alleviate the symptoms, and I can report that it does seem to help. It doesn’t make me feel like Captain Sunshine Wonderful, but at least I feel less like a poisonous puddle of putrescent poo.

Looking forward to Vancoufur next weekend. Actually, it turns out that that dang thing is starting on Thursday instead of the traditional Friday, so there will be four days of fuzz and fun instead of the usual three.

This is a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I love conventions and an extra helping of the fun is a marvelous bonus. But on the other paw, that means an extra day of clothes to bring, an extra day of time away from home, and most importantly, another day of meals to budget for and another day of hotel rent share.

But I am not too worried. I will have a budget of around $400, and a minimum of seven meals to cover, so if I budget for $25 per meal, that is $175 for meals.

And I might not even end up spending that much.

That leaves $225 for the room share and sundries, plus $200 left in the kitty (meow!) for the rest of the month. I can get by on $66/week without much trouble, so no big deal there.

Of course, blogging might be spotty then, depending on the availability of WiFi. But I look forward to being able to blog from my tablet at the con. It will make me feel so modern!

Uh oh. Joe just said I need to be ready around 7 PM. Better put the hustle on.

Otherwise, life has been… normal. At least for me. Still working on somehow overcoming my inner inertia and becoming a more active person. I am giving serious thought to my “dessert a day” idea. Make one dessert item per day for a month. I can make them in the afternoons. I can even listen to my beloved podcasts while cooking. If I pull it off, I will end up with both a sense of accomplishment from actually getting something done for a change, and a stockpile of desserts that I can freeze or put in jars to preserve them, and thus have home made sugar free desserts for weeks afterward.

Who knows, it might even become a habit.

There will, of course, be a certain amount of expense involved, both for the staples like flour and for the little one-off ingredients like raisins.

But I can afford it. My income can definitely take it. And it would certainly be a lot cheaper than buying sugar free desserts from Safeway.

They really screw us over on the price for sugar free desserts because they know we have no choice. It’s buy the small number of sugar free goods available, or have no desserts at all.

Meanwhile, all those celiac disease sufferers and other gluten sensitive people get to watch as gluten is treated like trans fats and removed for everything.

I am so jealous.

Anyhow, it would be good to get back into the habit of baking. For me, baking is a joyous act. There is just something so very cozy and comfortable about baking up a batch of something yummy. It’s a very home-y kind of thing, and I adore that comfy cozy home-y type vibe.

I would make such an awesome mother. Genitals aside.

Coming to the end of season five of Mad About You, otherwise known as the Pregnant Season. Of course, there is only one way a season where one of the two main characters is pregnant can end.

Pony rides for everyone!

Just kidding. With birth, of course. I have watched one half of the two part episode The Birth so far, and I am looking forward to watching the other half.

I swear, if Jamie ends up having the baby without Paul there, I will never forgive the show.

Well, that’s enough blather for today. I am going to go take as quick a shower as I can so I can be ready for 7.

ABC Country Kitchen, here we come!