Friday already, WTF
Not really surprised, but damn, this week flew by.
Backstory: Thrusday was a day of shifting expectations. I thought it would be a rise&shine work at the desk day, but I slept badly thanks to weather changes, and then Spouseman got a surprise half-day off from the New Project, so things got all spontaneous.
Started with a long achy-joint soothing bath in the morning because I have a freaking fantastic bathtub, and I COULD. Then after breakfasting on the last of the cinnamon bagels in the fridge, I used up the last of the apples from last season to make apple cake.
Because baking is therapy for me.
Trying a shortcut of dissolving the salt and baking powder in the melted-butter-egg mixture turned out to be a bad idea, as it’s evidently acidic enough to set off the baking powder. MUCH FIZZ! Cake still came out tasty, but a bit heavy. Ah, well. Now I know why all the dry gets mixed separate. Which I probably knew already, but Home Ec. was a long time ago, and I flaked on that bit of kitchen chemistry until it was happening before my eyes.
After the baking, Spouseman and I skipped away to the Botanic Garden for a long walk in the glorious cool autumn weather, followed by late lunch at one of our fave delis. The whole excuse for the excursion was to restock on bagels n cream cheese, so we did that, too. I now have cinnamony goodness in three different forms, plus a fabulous coffee cake to work through before I even touch the bagels. raisin sticks or cinnamon-sugar balls. Not that I live for food, but I do need food to live, so I might as well enjoy the flavors, right?
ANYway. Thursday night Spouseman hosted a “Play a miniatures game on the big basement table so it doesn’t feel neglected” visit with a friend, while I did some writing and then watched the last of the current Strange New Worlds season. Ep 9 was a weird mashup of Enemy Mine and the TOS Gorn vs Kirk episode, and I dunno if it was good, because it was an all-Ortegas all the time episode, and welp, I can watch that all night long and twice on Sundays.
Prologue: Today is also a day of shifted expectations. Planned friends visit is postponed to next week. Morning became games-and-reading limbo time. I walked Spouseman over to his lunch meeting, and now here I am.
Plot:
Lunch first, I think, as the day is more than half over. Then I need to write an email to the folks interested in Introvert Day Take 2. I also need to do, um, some other things I’ve already forgotten because I didn’t write them down early enough. Bah. Fingers crossed I remember later. Finishing the Fauxji Door project is still on the list. I have an iron, so it’ll be soon, but not today, I think. And someday soon I need to go pet Apple products in person so I can pick a new laptop. And I did make good progress with Nora & Izzie Get To Meet Each Other yesterday, so that’s itching in my fingers.
Other things on the horizon: looking into Covid and flu vaccination (what a clusterfuck that shall be) being home for heater maintenance, buying a book for an upcoming baby shower, and more baking.
Right now I have a Dar Williams playlist blasting, the sun is out, it’s windy and blustery cool, and life is good for this moment.
So that’s a wrap for now.