A nice shot of fermentation for breakfast

As a general rule, it’s a good idea not to leave bread rising overnight. Especially when you’re making a honey bread and have EXTREMELY active yeast.

It’s baking now. I expect The Wookiee and I will be a bit drunk after we have our toast.

Ooookay.

Still alive. Let’s see if I can ease back into this whole blogging thing, shall we?

For the record, I wrote 350k+ words last year. My kitchen is a mess.

Almost done.

I’m nearing the end of a seriously engrossing project. Then I will be back.

Looking forward to being done with this. The project, not the blog.

Dodgeball

Things I’m avoiding:

• bills
• cleaning
• cooking
• eating
• this blog

Things I’m not avoiding:

• baseball
• the f-word

I’m balanced. Really.

Damn it.

Apparently I’ve pulled loose a cable in my netbook; the screen will only stay display when at a 45 degree angle.

For some reason, this costs more to fix than it would to replace the whole thing.

So annoyed.

Time Flying

It’s staggering to me that The Rogue is six months old, and The Gambit is nearly two and a half. How did that happen?

The two of them get along like a house afire, which makes taking care of them freakishly easy. The Rogue babbles; I tell The Gambit to go take care of her; thirty seconds later she’s pulling his hair and he’s tickling her feet and they’re both laughing. If The Rogue is crying, The Gambit runs to get her bottle; if The Gambit is in the room and not paying attention to her, The Rogue tries to crawl to him. (She can’t quite crawl yet, but she’s got all the right positions down and she’s trying very hard.) While I overall detest people who look at little kids who are friends and go, “Oh, won’t it be great when they get married someday,” part of me is slightly hopeful. After all, if I’m taking care of them both, I can make sure they’re good enough for one another.

It’s all going by so, so fast.