Suzy Says

I got woken up this morning while dreaming of making a cheese souffl&eacute, so I don’t know how it would have turned out. I could just assume it would be perfect, but everyone knows you have as little control over dreams as you do in real life. Less, even. Also it’s been a long time since I made a cheese souffl&eacute in real life (or any other kind of souffl&eacute, for that matter). But they are surprisingly easy to do. The main things are to have the oven hot and the eggs at room temperature before you start the souffl&eacute-ing process. I love them because they require little effort (though everyone thinks you have Jacques P&eacutepin-level culinary skills) and yet are spectacular. My favorite.

I’m now very tired of typing the code for the accents. How lazy can you get?! Although I haven’t worked in exactly a month, I still don’t feel that I have been a lady of leisure. The time has just blurred away. Almost a month of tenting out in the country and discovering that I do not have hidden depths of nurturing and secret nursing abilities, but in fact am alternately bored and revolted by the realities of illness. On the bright side, it just goes to prove that I have been right all along not to have children.

Then there was the week or 10 days of the ass-kicking flu, along with amusing my visiting sister and niece (or not, since I spent most of the time lying around complaining – even more than usual – before finally gathering up all my energy to go sport shopping and sight-seeing). I even shared the ass-kicking flu with John, in the spirit of generosity and “I told you I was sick.” This bug has to be experienced to be believed. Since it hitched a ride with Cat on the plane from Toronto, we have decided to blame Canada, while stopping short of reporting it as SARS, since we have lived to complain and blame (so far).

A couple of days ago, I thought I should start looking for a job. I don’t do well with this nouveau pauvre crap, and everyone says it takes months to get a new job in the current economic climate. So I languidly emailed my resume (still tired of the accent code, folks) out to a few places and was horrified to get a response from two of them less than an hour later. Now I have to interview next week. What will I wear? And what happened to the leisure?