Bread making day. Well, it's bread making day three to four times a week. STILL. I love the smell of fresh bread.
Nibipedia Watch videos as you read the associated wiki article. Neat idea. What do you think?
So America, you have recognised that people like McCain and Palin are not the people you want running your country. Good for you. You are slowly growing up. Not that I am particuarly fond of Obama, but he is better than the alternative.
Now if you could please start recognising a little thing we like to call equal rights, you would be doing even better.
It may be a two carafe morning. *goes to make more coffee* Can't think.
The last muffins were a complete disaster.
It's what i fill my time with. Tonight I decided to make muffins. Sour cream muffins. If they work, I may substitute the sour cream with yoghurt. We'll see. Adding choc chips to some (not all or I can't eat them if I want to live), and craisins and almond slivers to others, leaving some plain.
Wow. Getting LoudTwitter sorted out was a fucking nightmare. But sorted it is! You will not be bothered by it any longer!
Wow. Time flies. I forgot I had that Loud Twitter thing on here. Ooops. That's been taken off now. What, oh what do I do with this place? I don't know.
Now that I am managing to stay awake most days without taking a nap I am starting to find the energy and time to pay attention to my many and varied blog sort places. I always loved Vox. Soooo pretty.
And also, I love feeds. I've been looking into those over the last few days, especially since I am using Twitter again, as well as LJ, and various others (vague handwave). I have some time, not infinite time. Still.
Slowly looking to go back to work. Don't have to yet, and I may not be quite ready, but I am looking at what's available. Sending my CV a few places, talking to people. Nothing serious. Mostly I'm trying to get back into the habit of doing it. And, hopefully, I don't put myself back in bed for another year.
On another note, northern England is so damned beautiful. Sometimes in the winter I forget that. And then there are days like today, and I'm stunned all over again, and remember why I came home.