1.05.2006
mac & cheese, part ii
Last night, around 8 pm, creamy led crusty by about one spot. I think it was #6 to #7. Tonight, crusty leads creamy: they are at numbers 2 and 12, respectively.
I am talking, of course, about the New York Times' Top 25 Emailed Articles and the respective placements of two recipes. One for Crusty Macaroni and Cheese and one for Creamy Macaroni and Cheese. I have laid out my preferences in my previous post.
The Christmas tree is coming down today. It's really sad to see it go. Interestingly, I don't think we have had a tree last with such vigor past Christmas in a long time. Almost no stray needles in the carpet and it's still sucking down water like it was fresh cut. Amazing. Unfortunately, it's going curbside in two days. Matthew undid all of the ornaments today in, like, record speed, and I'm looking at the tree with a dread of having to unstring the lights later tonight. I am *not* looking forward to this.
I am starting to get both nervous for going back to Oxford and also really sad to leave Boston. In addition to the creature comforts like a normal sized bed, cable TV, and food that is both good and cheap, I am getting sad about leaving my family and friends again. It's been so good to see them and, for the last two weeks, I've really come to expect to see them every day. Coming downstairs in the morning and seeing my Mom on the computer and Dad making coffee or toasting bread... I'm really going to miss that. I've missed being able to call Diana at a decent hour of my day, and on occasion hopping into a car to meet her for coffee or dinner. And it's wonderful to have seen all of my friends from church.
I'm also nervous about the new year. I've got a course on Greek Religion coming up. My supervisor literally wrote the book on Greek Religion. I've also got a nice set of essays to get through, a set of Greek exams at the end of next term, and this stupid tour to plan. Not to mention the fact that I'm getting back into a rowing shell for the first time in six months, so while my fitness level will go back to being decent (or at least, less embarassing), I anticipate great amounts of pain to begin.
I am talking, of course, about the New York Times' Top 25 Emailed Articles and the respective placements of two recipes. One for Crusty Macaroni and Cheese and one for Creamy Macaroni and Cheese. I have laid out my preferences in my previous post.
The Christmas tree is coming down today. It's really sad to see it go. Interestingly, I don't think we have had a tree last with such vigor past Christmas in a long time. Almost no stray needles in the carpet and it's still sucking down water like it was fresh cut. Amazing. Unfortunately, it's going curbside in two days. Matthew undid all of the ornaments today in, like, record speed, and I'm looking at the tree with a dread of having to unstring the lights later tonight. I am *not* looking forward to this.
I am starting to get both nervous for going back to Oxford and also really sad to leave Boston. In addition to the creature comforts like a normal sized bed, cable TV, and food that is both good and cheap, I am getting sad about leaving my family and friends again. It's been so good to see them and, for the last two weeks, I've really come to expect to see them every day. Coming downstairs in the morning and seeing my Mom on the computer and Dad making coffee or toasting bread... I'm really going to miss that. I've missed being able to call Diana at a decent hour of my day, and on occasion hopping into a car to meet her for coffee or dinner. And it's wonderful to have seen all of my friends from church.
I'm also nervous about the new year. I've got a course on Greek Religion coming up. My supervisor literally wrote the book on Greek Religion. I've also got a nice set of essays to get through, a set of Greek exams at the end of next term, and this stupid tour to plan. Not to mention the fact that I'm getting back into a rowing shell for the first time in six months, so while my fitness level will go back to being decent (or at least, less embarassing), I anticipate great amounts of pain to begin.
