Oh! The creeping despair of losing an hour of daylight. Losing the will to wear shorts. Watching my garden wither and die. The season of decay has arrived.
October is almost here, and it’s time to let go of summer. I’ve been combating my Autumn Blues with thermal bibs, and soon, mitts. “How do you shift with mitts?” asked Alexa.
I can feel the paddle through a centimetre of insulation.
I’m treating myself to some aromatherapy with my latest scented candle purchase and draping my body in my technicolour dream-robe. I even bought a sweater for when I’m not ensconced in my robe. My bi-monthly (eh, more like tri-monthly) bouquet purchases are still happening.
It didn’t look that big in the store. What the fancy rich lady shit is this, right?
I baked bran muffins from scratch today. I accidentally used oat bran instead of wheat bran. Rookie mistake. The roomie said he still preferred them to the ones I baked from a premix a few days ago. “I can taste the effort.”
The roomie’s lady is in town for the week. It’s her birthday tomorrow, and I made her a cake:
She has quite a few dietary restrictions, so this was a nice workaround. I also copied the design of our knockoff mino ware plates. The challenge is to be as meticulous as possible with the details. I tried adding a wick to these candles, but I kept losing the 1mm piece of fishing line I had planned to use.
Then again, my normal-sized bran muffins would have turned out better had I been more meticulous about reading the bag at the grocery store.
Fall Karting has begun! After playing three rounds earlier tonight, I can confidently say I’m not a confident driver. I’ve switched from using Toad to my Mii. I think the weight class I get put in is dependent on the size of my Mii, so my stats might just be the same as Toad’s. That cow outfit I get to wear is fucking cute though.
The most gratifying thing today was my dinner. After two weeks of coping with antibiotics that left my mouth with a persistent bitter coating, the bursts of flavour I experienced were evocative of the montage in Ratatouille where Remy combines a strawberry with a piece of cheese.
Time to do some bedtime reading (‘Salem’s Lot by Stephen King) and hope tomorrow morning isn’t too cold to prove to Alexa that I can shift gears in mitts.
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