I could write about how I ran around the house coughing in the dense smoke, cat under one arm and furiously clawing at the fire alarm while J ran to investigate the smoke that could only come from whatever I had set upon the stove.
But this is normal.
I could explain how burning cabbage and potatoes are not the most pleasant of smells and how I’ve lost another kitchen item to the war that is my culinary education.
But this too is also normal.
What is not normal in this nightly routine is an e-mail pertaining to a conference I have to present at in October. A beginning program was attached noting me, Area Woman, Area State University, as a verified presenter. My Gods people, THAT is serious!