Not only that, but Sebastian Stan is posting dopey Winter Soldier gym-training selfies again, including with Scarlett Johansson, so you can bet I'm feeling a whole lot of stuff, including Winter Widow stuff, what a good ship. ("You could at least recognize me!" is. Doing things in my head, quite a lot.)
The downside of two nights in a row of amped-up fandom feels (Sunday night was a Winter Soldier rewatch, that movie is still so good!!!!) is that I am not able to wake up on time, not even remotely. Therapy last night was, ironically, "Don't get paralyzed by the things you can't control; focus on what you can do." So I'm waiting to hear back on some pitches I'm excited about and putting together job applications in the meantime. I really need money and good health insurance, not least because while clearing out my 1,000+ OneTab links (I'm now down to 200!), I remembered that LindyBop is a thing, and now I have to contend with cute+affordable shit like this dungaree swing skirt (in nutmeg, teal and navy, oh shoot!!) and this cute-as-hell tea dress with puffins on it.
I have one eggplant left over from this rousing success, so tonight I'm trying charred eggplant and walnut pesto pasta salad, assuming my hand cooperates. Having to keep my bestitched hand away from getting wet or dirty is really messing with my ability to, like, clean up my kitchen, which is frustrating. (I know, I know, get some gloves. I'll get there!) I can get the stitches out on Friday, which I'm really looking forward to. The eventual bill for the initial hospital visit, with my shitty insurance and its 50% ER visit co-pay, less so.
So, okay! Late start, but starting nonetheless. Happy Tuesday, gang. ♥