It has been a very long time since I have felt the desire to make a cake. In fact, I have thought many times that I would never do it again. Yet, here we are. Actually, I would like to do another one.
This is a rare occasion. I didn't make my bed as soon as I got out of it this morning. By the time I got to it, Georgie was snuggled under the sheets. Happy as a lark.
We played games, mostly MTG, but some Carcassonne as well. We ate out a few times, and on Mads' birthday, we ate at The Old Spaghetti Factory. I hid little glow-in-the-dark axolotyls all over the apartment. There are 31 of them to find.
It has been nearly a month since Jared moved to Edmonton. Todd has been busy at the farm, but nowhere as busy as he's going to be soon, and I'm lonely. I couldn't handle it yesterday, so I drove out to see him yesterday. It helped a lot.
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