That is, until last night's dinner.
Or rather, the lack of dinner.
I remember pulling dinner out of the freezer and preheating the oven and sitting down for the next 40 minutes, confident I was cooking and had time to take a moment to do nothing at all. Only, it turns out I'd forgotten the part where I put dinner into the oven to bake. I walked into the kitchen and saw dinner thawing but not cooking and knew I was done in for the moment.
I ordered pizza.
I think I'm still a world class juggler. I picked up milk and bread on my way to get the pizza....and I remembered to put the milk in the fridge when I got back home!