Just different air flow patterns.

This reminded me of a Thanksgiving, many years ago, when my cousin just. did. not. shut. up. through the whole meal. At the end, the taper candle at her end of the table was a good four inches shorter than the one at the other end.

Ailleann - that's hilarious.

My boss brought us lunch - sandwiches from her favorite spot in Peoria (where she grew up). Made with delicious bread that had this sweet taste... just slightly sweet. She also brought us these thumbprint cookies that were like pecan sandies with a dollop of icing. They were from her favorite bakery AND she brought two cakes - one vanilla, one chocolate both with white icing - also from her favorite bakery.

It was delicious.

You are missing the obvious explanation, Hil. Angels.

sumi's boss wins at bringing stuff in for the office.

You are missing the obvious explanation, Hil. Angels.

Right! t glances around apartment I think that the one who wants the messy Shabbos house is winning.

Hee. I think I might light my candles outside tonight. The patio has horizontal surfaces not covered with clutter, for one thing.

Oh! And this week is Shabbat Across America week! Which means ... I'm not exactly sure what. But there are facebook groups and stuff. Supposed to be the week that all the Jews in the US observe Shabbat, and they get all the young people to do it by making it seem Super Hip. Or something.

Hmm. I lit candles, and the TV and radio are off, but lights are on and I'm still online. Not contributing as much as I ought to, I guess.

It is? I had no idea. Too bad I have no bread. I've baked challah the last two weeks, but not today. I can do candles and grape juice tonight, and maybe this will be the Saturday that I actually make it to morning services. Baby steps.

Yeah, I didn't make it to services tonight, on account of the raining and the tired and the didn't feel like it. Maybe tomorrow morning.

OMG. Somebody just came up the back stairs (going to my upstairs neighbor's), saw the dog and screamed like she was being ax murdered. Seriously, I've never heard a sound like that before.

And of course the dog starts into barking furiously at that point, so I'm flying outside but wondering if I should, and...just whoa. It's just freaky, even when nothing has actually happened.

(By the time I got out there, she and her friends were already at the laughing hysterically at her reaction point - no unpleasantness on either side. It's just that adrenaline rush that has me still on edge.)

I'm going here for dinner. Poutine! [link]

Don't let them trick you into eating scrapple, Brenda!

I just finished cooking up about a 3-day supply of bison chilli, and am now enjoying it and laughing at the snowpocalypse.