Moooooooooom! Nora's teasing again!

That sounds yummy!

I have a headache and my jaw is hurting (cleanching my teeth again) and my neck hurts. Not sure what is going on but my new couch has a chemical smell, which became really strong a couple hours in.

So I FEbreezed the hell out of it and opened the doors and turned ont he fan to try and get the scent to disapate. I think that worked.

Maybe.

I have a dentists appointment in November and hopefully they'll be able to help me with the teeth clenching thing.

Moooooooooom! Nora's teasing again!

Mooooooooooooooooom! Nora didn't bring any to share!

I also bought Windsparrow some grease fittings, sway bar links, and bushings for her car suspension.

Not so much romantic as whiligigs.

Oh, and a dome light lamp.

I have leftover papadelle with rabbit! Come on over, I'll share!

Not so much romantic as whiligigs.

true, but quite practical and very thoughtful.

I love the world tonight! God, that pork belly was a revelation!

Not so much romantic as whiligigs.

And it really isn't as romantic as spending your days sitting by the hospital bedside of my car-crash-comaed body after I lose control of the steering on an icy road, veer off into a ditch, have both front wheels fall off, and still have enough of the tail of the car sticking out on the road to be crunched by the Semi that couldn't stop in time. But I'll take what I can get.

I was fine until Nora mentioned one of my favorite single Malts.

Because we ate yummy stew that I made yesterday

Lagavulin, mmmm. I love that stuff, but can only drink, like, half a finger.

There was other stuff, but I'm wiped from myh ride today, so please to be considering yourselves hugged, snorgled, and petted as you wish.

So, today, I went on my first long ride in approximately forever. I usually go south on Hwy 1, but I decided to go north today (map of my points [link] I took 1 north, but there was no way in hell I was taking that sucker south again. Too many twisties, too close to the sheer drop edge. Phew. So, north on 1 to Olema, SE through Samuel Taylor State Park (which had a LOT of leaves on the road, upping the pucker factor immensely), through San Anselmo & San Rafael (Marin is... interesting), and home on 101 (over the bridge again, yays). I scraped my running boards twice (I want pegs, dammit), and stayed the speed limit on 1 for most of it, pissing the hell out of anyone who had the misfortune to fetch up behind me.

Still - Northern California has some of the most amazing botanical smells, y'all. Eucalyptus, sure, but there's also this plant that gives off this sesame-oil smell, the citrus, the rosehips, the redwoods.... It was sheer fucking sensory overload, and that's why I didn't mind going slow. I wasn't stopping, but I got to smell the roses anyway.

Plus, I kept it shiny-side up, and that's always a win.

Yeah, juliana, if you're gonna go arse-over-teakettle, let it be in love rather than on the road.