Really, I am. Just swamped with work and vacating. Well, on my vacations, I don't go anywhere. I've heard of these type of vacations being called "staycations." I think cutesy terms like that are stupid.
I'm on holiday. Not stupid, and doesn't need a cutesy term to define it.
I only have a few days left, though. I have to go back to work on August 13. Gack. I have been catching up on soap production, though, which is good. Sitting outside on the weekends in this heat is a bizarre existence, let me tell you.
Oh, and want to hear about bizarre? I set out to make a double-batch of liquid soap yesterday. Rule number one in soaping is to avoid aluminum tools. The pot I was using was aluminum, and I didn't know it.
Um. Now I know. For those of you who don't know, this means my batch of liquid soap reacted with the aluminum, and began crawling out of the pot at an enormous rate. I hollered at my husband to open the back door, and I trotted outside with it, placing it on the corner of the patio. There it sat, boiling and puffing of its own accord, fumes shooting 10 feet into the air.
I got the garden hose and diluted it. But damn. Talk about an adrenaline rush. I don't need that kind of excitement on my holiday.
So I took the rest of yesterday off. Today, I'll try to make soap and also go downtown to get some paperwork settled for my new business. If I manage that, then I can open my bank account tomorrow, and really get the ball rolling. Considering I've only got one week before school starts, now is my chance.
I think deadlines help me.