So far today:

Get up, go back to bed, get back up, herbal tea, work out, laundry, dusting, change sheets, laundry, lunch, wash blankets, dishes, make bread, think about making rhubarb pie then decide making a crust would just be too much of a pain in the ass, lie around aimlessly and read, clean the living room, take out the garbage, laundry.

Now I’m thinking about dinner, and still considering making a pie although I don’t really know if I want the world to know I’d made both bread AND pie in the same day. It seems a little like overkill.

My pits reek, BTW. Working out + housecleaning = stinky Mushlette. But the weather is fucking DIVINE! It’s breezy and balmy and downright freakin’ perfect out, and I love it.

The other day a bird got in the house, and it flapped at each and every window until it found the open door and went back out. I have a set of six tiny, delicate cordials made of Depression glass (you can even see a couple of them here) and I keep them on the kitchen window sill so I can look at them while doing the dishes. The bird knocked every single one to the counter below.

Amazingly, all but one survived.