The movers arrived. But before the movers arrived, my copy edits for THUNDERBIRD FALLS arrived. They want them back on the 3rd. Of course. They claim they’re very light, and hopefully they really are. I think I may go take myself to a coffee shop tomorrow and sit there all day and go over them. Just to be out of the house. There’s one scene I’m going to rewrite so I can use the results in a later book, but other than that I think I’m pretty satisfied with the…
is this the part where we get to start screaming?
The movers will be here…sometime in the next few hours. Things are … more or less ready for them. More, really, but even once they’re gone there’s going to just be a lot of mess and a lot of furniture still in the house. The word ‘stressbunny’ comes to mind. I just want it all gone. Is this the part where we get to start screaming? Ok. I’m going to go shower and get dressed, because they might be here at 8am, and I need to be ready.
fruits of my labor
The fruits (and sweets) of my labor: That’s considerably less than half the jam I’ve made, but a lot of it has been packed up to be sent away at this point. And there was a whole other counter full of it that I just didn’t feel like moving to where I was taking the picture. The brownies have been decimated and 3/4ths of the fudge has been sent off to Ted’s work, so those aren’t particularly representative of how much there was, either. Still. That’s a lot. I was…
early morning accomplishments
Approximately 9 dozen (or possibly slightly more) cookies so far this morning: chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, and snickerdoodles. One batch of blackberry jam. I was saved from having to make bread because I was down to a half cup of wheat flour, which wasn’t enough. Whew. One batch of strawberry-rhubarb left to make (must get to it, would like to be done by 10), and then there are essentially no raw materials left to bake with. Anybody want a cookie? In the meantime, Lithera has linked to a random facts…
would someone please explain to me…
Would someone please explain to me why it is that when I have junk food in the house, I eat it even if it makes me feel bad, and even if I am consciously aware every time I get another piece of it that it is going to make me feel worse? I will, at the moment, attribute part of it to being stressed out, but it’s more like pathological stupidity. And yet I keep making the deliberate choice: yes, I’m going to eat this piece of fudge/this brownie/whatever. *sigh*…