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Twenty-four hours after my last post, Himself read something about adults living with ADHD that seems to have been one of those times where they could have named the book Be Your Own Wind-Keeper, Rachel. And I knew as the words were coming out of his mouth that the point wasn't "hey and if I can get my brain to focus properly and feel less bad ( Read more... )

I haven't been around here much lately, it seems. I read all of you every day; I just don't have a lot to say that isn't about how the house still isn't finished. We moved in a year ago and they broke ground for the addition in the second week of January, so either way you look at it we've been living in less-than-ideal circumstances for a long ( Read more... )

Yuletide! There were reveals!, so I can now share that I wrote Former Detectives Club, about 1003 words - seriously, at about 4pm on deadline day I was agonizing over every phrase, not wanting to change "couldn't be arsed" to "didn't care" because I needed the word count - of Broadchurch that actually pleases me quite a bit, in its small quiet way ( Read more... )

Himself is abruptly having a crazy and stressful week, so tonight, unusually, I have made dinner - overestimated a bit, but hey, someone will have a little lunch tomorrow, and everything is done and tastes fine - and brought it to him up in his office where he is preparing for an important professional-certification test thing he's taking on ( Read more... )

After two years away, I expect to be back in
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All winter, I have work and curling and chorus and the side job with the Catholics. For the past several years I've had classes as well. But in the summer, all I have is work and Catholics (and class), and come August it'll be work only. I can't tell you how relaxing it is to be able to come home and not have somewhere else to dash off to all ( Read more... )

2 c unsweetened shredded coconut ( Read more... )

1/2 cup != 1 1/2 cup.

*sigh.* That's one (double) batch of macaroons ruined because I thought I remembered the recipe rather than looking it up. Fortunately I've got another bag of coconut and a Gentleman Caller who is a) not judging me and b) prepared to go out again for more ingredients if necessary.

The Gentleman Caller (I gave him an apron with the above slogan for Christmas) and I are attempting to make homemade kosher-for-Passover desserts for seder at his mother's house. (To me more accurate, we are attempting to make homemade desserts with kosher-for-Passover ingredients, because our kitchens - nor his mother's - are not kosher in any ( Read more... )