Maggie is not complaining about not being outside. I did not let her out the last few days as I was unwell enough to not want to herd her back in again and it was narsty out there. (if she could hang out on the fabric pile in the basement.) She went out during the sunny bit, and wanted back in again when the storm came in.
Lucy, of course, adores it when I'm more or less immobile.
I managed to bestir myself to replace a bulb in my bedside lamp and to finish loading the dishwasher, so I am feeling righteous (and a bit perkier because the bedroom is better lit).
I need to make a phone call pretty shortly to someone who volunteered to help with coffee hour - I did (this is not my regular sunday) but I am really not up to it. Remembering my submerged resolution: Don't be a martyr. (As much as I like working with Fran, who is about as much fun as a barrel of monkeys.)
I think I might be up for making some cranberry-orange bread and some artichoke dip, but that would be fun and I could just drop it off. Artichoke dip would be nice on a cold day and festive for the High Holy Day. (And it's dead easy to make with a FP.) I was going to make mini-financieres in my mini-muffin cups from Clotilde's recipe, and stick a bean in a couple of them for the King Cake effect, but I think that might just be too much effort for me. (Although I do know how to blanch almonds now.)