In which I’ve put “blog” on my to-do list so I can check it off.

Yes, hello. Happy Pi Day! Spring is coming, there are tiny crocuses and the little tree in the side yard is in bloom.

Work is picking up enough that instead of not having enough to do, there’s too much to do — which means now I’m noticing detail stuff I should have gotten done last month but now it’ll be months again before we can!

Here’s a wheel of havarti I cleaned last week:

Look at how fuzzy that cheese was! I kinda love cheese molds.

Today I made FALAFEL POUTINE and it was fucking delish:

Fries, curds from work, falafel balls, gravy, tahini, onion, tomato, and parsley. FANTASTIC! I put a bunch of tahini in the gravy, and seasoned it with the same spices I used in the falafel, and it was brilliant. I’m half-tempted to buy a food truck.

Anxiety disorder symptoms showed back up recently and I’ve had a few attacks. It still sucks and I prefer it when it’s not around, but at least it’s gone more than it’s active.

Sundays are for accomplishing nothing, so I laid around a lot and did some papercraft (primarily because they were suggested by the printer app on my phone).

Tomorrow I am intending to get over to the bank to open a local account, since Simple.com is being killed by its parent company for no fucking good reason whatsoever (i.e. corporations are fundamentally broken) and the bank absorbing its accounts charges, according the to documentation I’ve seen, fees so obscene they border on usury. Tuesday I might bike over to a nearby vineyard for a tasting, if it’s nice out. I’ve met the owners (they’ve been to the cheese shop several times) and per their Instagram they’ve just bottled a red I’ve decided I’m interested in.

This evening I’m drinking white wine and watching tropical murder mysteries on BritBox, and it’s not impossible that I might run a load of laundry through the wash.

Someday, when we’re all vaccinated, I’m going to have The Witches (I have an absolute gaggle of female relatives I’ve taken to referring to as The Witches in my head) over for the housewarming tea party I would have had a year ago if not for Covid-19. I’m considering serving actual tea sandwiches and cheeses from work or chai and pakoras. Hmm. Who even knows what witches will eat.