Okay, so for most people, this doesn't sound like a big accomplishment, but, honestly, it's been months since I actually prepared a real dinner, not just making myself a sandwich or nuking a frozen dinner. On most nights, we go out and eat, because I'm tired when I get home.
There's something about having my folks here, though, that makes me want to cook and show them that I really can do stuff like that, even if I choose not to do so on a daily basis.
In unrelated news, I lost my navy blue gel pen, and I can't make myself write in my "Take Five" notebook without it. :( Sometimes OCD sucks.