feeding myself

Tim starts teaching on Monday, which means the half-time long-distance bit of our lives is about to start. Which also means I have to cook, and more unfortunately, clean for myself. I foresee a lot of hamburger with rice, potstickers, and takeout food, but I have to try to be better behaved than that. It also means that I'll probably only get groceries once a week, so the creativity will rise as well, especially by Wednesday dinners.