I got distracted by two things--my soy milk curdled (cereal is not how you want to discover that...still shuddering), and then inventory of my spice cupboard.

Luckily the muffin recipe doesn't require milk, because I'm askeered to open the last box (it's not supposed to curdle! It's soy! It's in the magic foil box! It's best before 2013!). And now I do know I have ground ginger, which I was going to omit.

So...there's that.

Shame there's spices all over my stovetop, though.

I was going to bake, but now I don't really feel like it. Partly because I bought Doritos to go with my chili, so don't need cornbread anymore. But I could still make squah bread! Eh. The squash will keep.

I have a recipe for English muffin bread I want to try, but I have a serious problem with getting off the bed today apparently.

Thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone. I have eaten sushi and gone to see Frankenweenie, so the day's turned out pretty well so far.

did he hit a tree or something? sounds like someone may not have been wearing a seat belt.

Yeah, she hit a tree. And, yeah, I'm wondering if the girl who died, the passenger, wasn't wearing a seatbelt. It happened in a place that I think it would be hard to drive super fast. I guess.

I'm so sorry, lisah.

Mmmm, muffins.

man, how terrible lisah.

sorry I mixed up pronouns.

Dayumm. That's the first time I paid any attention to the lawyer sister in Blue Bloods handling a case in court, and she has zero presence. I get the impression that this is supposed to be a family that deserves its legacy--the two cops are certainly good at their jobs, but...yikes.

But, hey, she's pretty.

Okay, episode is over, I'm gonna send one text message, and then muffins (well, spice clean up first). I swear.

lisah, I'm so sorry.

I think this is a public link to the mathy sign (and other pix): [link]

I didn't see this guy (5K didn't pass us) but I did see one guy running with braces (sticks?) The volunteers handfed him gummy bears so he didn't have to free up his hands.

lisah, that's awful. I'm so sorry.

As for me, I spent all day with my folks, and was really good about not bringing up difficult things until after lunch, and then it got unpleasant. Among other things, my mother announced that she'd rather stay miserable than do anything to address the situation (psych, meds, moving, support). Basically, even misery is preferable to any sort of change at all.

I just can't fathom it.

That said, new psychiatrist this week, since the current one has her on six, count them, six psychotropic drugs. Woot.