For dinner I made a pot of beans, but forgot to put in the onion, so they weren't quite as tasty as the last batch I made. There is enough left in the pot for another meal, so I'll try to remember to pick up another box of cornbread mix to go with it. Then I'll have to get something for another meal for the rest of the cornbread to go with. Meal planning is just a vicious circle. Sometimes a viscous circle, if I overcook something, but luckily that didn't happen this time.
Still no arrangements for getting the futon assembled, nor for getting out to see the cats, nor for just about anything else I ought to be doing. I'm going to blame that mockingbird who sings in the back yard every day. It is obviously hexing me because it knows I have no cats to protect me anymore.