First, I made some dinner tonight using my stainless steel (but fully absent nonstick coating) skillet, and while I was stirring the simmering yumminess and noticed some pieces were sticking to the bottom (but not burning, ’cause I was alert to this possibility and taking preventative action), it occurred to me how nice it was not to have anyone around screaming about what a piece of shit my cookware is, or to be banging stuff around, etc. Mind you, this was just an observation — but it struck me in a way that nothing really has in recent memory. Hmmm. Nice.
Second, ten days is too much time. I’m just sayin’.
Third, not every incidence of random stomach pain coupled with normal-for-me food cravings means I’m pregnant. So, no, I’m not preggo. (Yay!)