Holy Cow. It was one of those days where I worked like a madwoman and got three pages done. This means I'll be up till . . . I get it all done I guess. Not looking good for my sleeve either. Well, I *really* want to watch women's figure skating, too. Maybe I'll get enough done between 7:00 pm and 8:00 pm that I can take a women's figure skating break and do some knitting then.
Can I say something? Of course I can, it's my blog. Life is good today. It might be that post-horrific-cold high--that warm fuzzy feeling you get when your throat finally stops swelling long enough for you to swallow and you can keep your train of thought long enough to make it all the way to the end of your sentence. (A real plus when you're trying to write the sentences for pay.) But regardless of the cause, I'm happy today. March's mortgage is already paid, I got to play with Jill's new puppy (the puppy is cute), Max is kicking decimal butt, and even though the Olympic ticker is turning ominously orange . . . there's still hope.
Ben rocking out to Mercy Me:
Today's baking experiment:
We'll see. It's a 100% whole wheat crust, cherry jam filling using my aunt's homemade cherry jam, and juice from the cherry jam added to the glaze. I'm letting them cool completely and we'll eat them as snack tomorrow.