The things weighing on my mind of late are too personal to share here.
I have instead started writing letters to people who will never receive them.
Keeping checking back for Tune of the Day, fun links, or more superficial stories.
On that note, I bought Cataclysm and have logged a few hours in the last two weeks. I have no chops, I feel like a fool, but my goblin is adorable, and I want to build more contraptions.
Walked into the kitchen tonight only to be startled by a mouse jumping up and down trying to get out of the sink.
A sharp intake of breath, followed by a low “oh my gosh” with the little air my lungs would allow to escape.
He kept hopping into the dirty dishes filled with water that my roommate left. Eventually he crawled into a little plastic tub. I grabbed a nearby bag and was able to scoop up the tub. In my socks, I walked out into the new snow, crouched down on the street, and shook the little guy out of the bag. He plopped out, paused a half second to gauge his surroundings, and took off down the street.
Was it the snow that drive him in? Was it that the landlord, after six weeks of complaining, bothered to start fixing the hole in our ceiling? I forgot to ask.
It started with Friendsgiving. Baked some sweet potatoes and pumpkin and pecan-cranberry pies.
Baked cranberry and carrot-fig-pecan breads for Betty’s thank-you tea party.
Baked banana bread to use up my roommate’s old bananas. Added mace and allspice for interest.
Baked a cheese-rose-elderflower pie for the medieval feast.
Now I am baking cookies because I don’t want to stop baking. It is simple and peaceful. I get to see the fruits of my labor immediately. I am out very little if something goes wrong. It is something I can share with others; I don’t have the opportunity to share much anymore.