Ah, blessed domesticity ...

... not! (That is, "domesticity" but not "blessed".) Inventoried the leftovers and sorted out long-term (freezer) from short-term (fridge), packed up half a dozen containers of "complete Xmas dinner for lunch" and popped them in the freezer. Made soup of the leftover ribs.[*] Did three loads of laundry and ironed 3 large linen table cloths with a couple dozen matching napkins. (About the only thing I ever iron are linen table cloths and sewing projects.) Replaced the transition-moulding between the living room and laundry. The one that the floor guys had installed was a bit too tall and wouldn't allow the door to close. They said, "Oh, just shave a bit off the bottom of the door," ignoring the fact that this is a fireproof metal-core door. As a stop-gap I'd ground down their moulding, but it's plastic with just a wood veneer, so that was ugly. I found a lower profile moulding at OSH with a matching oak appearance. Decided that the woodstove really isn't supposed to be smoking as much as it is (although some of the worst was due to high winds) and will see about whether it's appropriate to install a gasket between the body and lid. Got the cassettes and CDs organized in their new storage location. Got a refund back from the house insurance company for the double-payment (ignoring the fact that I'd paid up for the year, they also billed my mortgage company) which relieves the immediate cash-flow issues very nicely. Moved the new sewing worktable downstairs (it was initially installed in the dining room to help with the big dinner). Finished the pattern-gathering rows on the first panel and did the first row on the second panel. (The first row is the real time-eater because it has to be counted very precisely -- with threads pulled at regular intervals perpendicular to the gathering thread -- in order to set up the rest of the work. Later rows can just use previous work for reference in stitch placement.) Picked up the last piece of fabric necessary for the 12th Night sewing. And somewhere in there I had room for a movie.

[*] Well, that was the theory. I made a nice stock. Then this morning I took out the bones, shredded the meat, heated it to boiling and added alphabet pasta to cook with the burner off while I was out running errands. Guess which essential step of this process somehow got forgotten. Guess who gets to buy a new stock pot.

( Movie review: A Night at the Museum )