Half-heartedly, I ambled into the kitchen a little while ago to start making dinner. I wasn’t feeling inspired to make dinner, and I didn’t at all feel like cooking, but I didn’t want to ask Lin if we could get take-out again. I haven’t been doing a lot of cooking lately, and I’m feeling guilty about that.

So there I was getting together some ingredients I hoped to throw together into something edible, and just as I was about to start chopping up an onion, I hear the familiar ringtone denoting a call from my hubby. I’ll admit my initial reaction was agitation, because I’d just talked to him, he said he was going to go mail a package, and even though he asked me if I wanted anything, when I told him to get some snacks, he acted like it was going to put him out to do so. Well, don’t ask then, right? Anyway, I was a bit grumpy when I answered the phone, because what the hell could he want now?

He was calling to tell me he was going to Maynard’s Deli to get sandwiches for dinner. I have no idea why he decided to do this. I didn’t ask. I didn’t even complain about making dinner. I was fully prepared to slog my way through the cooking. The only thing I can guess is that I once again look as bad as I feel. Except usually that’s not enough to get take-out for dinner. I usually have to ask. I must look REALLY bad today. :lol:

What a blessing though … to get deli sandwiches for dinner that I don’t have to make. My mental health day can now end on the wonderful note of instant food and TV viewing. I have successfully done nothing all day but enjoy myself. Yeah!