The weekend seemed to fly by, although that’s not as much a problem for me as it was in the days when I was gainfully employed. I’ve been thinking about that lately, about how it would be if I ever had an outside job again and had to start following the work-week schedule. I don’t think I’d like it. I’ve gotten accustomed to being a woman of leisure.

Truth be told, my life isn’t precisely what I’d call leisurely but it’s sure a lot less hectic and stressful than it was when I was a mom with a full-time job (and I had only one child then — I can’t imagine trying to do it with more than one). Most days it seems that there simply isn’t enough time to do everything I want and/or need to do; if I had to add an eight-hour workday plus commuting time, I think I’d go positively crazy.

I spent most of yesterday in the kitchen working on recipes for my column in Mosaic Minds, and that was fun. I had to try a couple of times to get one of the things to turn out right, but in the end it was all good. Olof and the kids were busy playing video games in the living room, so I had plenty of time to myself to experiment and work everything out to my satisfaction. One of the recipes is a chicken dish, and I have to admit that it’s a little frustrating to spend time making something I’m never going to taste, but Olof’s a pretty good reviewer. I wrote up my column this morning and sent it off to Carrie, so that’s one less thing to worry about. Now I have just a few more articles to edit and send along, and then I’ll be done for this issue.

We don’t have much of anything going on today. Lydia’s at school, of course, and Olof’s working, but Tage and I are just hanging out at home. It’s cold and half-raining, half-snowing outside, and I don’t want to be out in it. I hate this not-quite-winter, not-quite-spring weather.

And now I’m going to go watch my soap opera, as befits a lady of leisure.