Yearning for Yore

There was a time, when the evening routine around the Chez Butterfly consisted of cracking open a bottle of wine and picking up the phone to order dinner. Oh, the simplicity of those days, the insouciance of it all. Some nights, I really wish we could go back to that.

But Goblin got sick and we started feeding the cats a main meal of canned food every evening, and we started trying to cut back on the expense of ordering out all the time so I started having to cook more often, and Demon went on his antidepressants and so needs a pill every night… and of course, now there’s the 7:30pm Lupron injection.

It drives me batty, how long it takes to get the early evening routine done so I can relax and do nothing.