billytea, I may need to quote that.

ita, bigger bowl, plastic wrap and a paper towel underneath for when it doesn't work.

Braces are a Big Girl thing. Until you get them.

I doubt I'd use any process that involves much manual intervention, because the microwave is the hands off magic box for me. It's simpler for me to stand at a stove stirring than starting and restarting the gowy box (no, not that one, the other one) because that's how I'm processing effort investment.

I need to see if my current methods will explode saucers. That seems key. I do actually prefer steel cut (GOD, do I, but I'm a slut for oats in most any form, really) and I had the whole thing down to a lazy mechanical process, but I lost momentum...

Just re-distributed foodstuffs in the kitchen. Since the moth infestation I'm uber-paranoid and keeping more stuff on the counters instead of up on shelves where I can't see them, and in airtight containers instead of the original now-kinda-opened boxes. I love moving grain from rectangular container to cylindrical, etc, inasmuch as I'm testing my ability to estimate volume independently of the dimensions.

I did end up leaning on the raisins a little, but otherwise pretty okay. Canisters are full, and cheapo tupperware is released back for fridge and freezer duty.

Gack! I'm trying to remember part of a phrase. I'm thinking it's "a high [something]" and I am trying to say they're in a huff or their dander is up--I kinda feel like it's a British term, but my brain is being very useless--maybe it's "in a high [something]"?

WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BRANE????

In high dudgeon.

It's simpler for me to stand at a stove stirring than starting and restarting the gowy box (no, not that one, the other one) because that's how I'm processing effort investment.

My guess is that you are not a microwave oatmeal person. I prioritize having just my bowl to clean even if that means I pay attention while I microwave.

Also, I can pretend my breakfast is a supervolcano.

this literally happened by just sitting down

Sprained my hand by taking off my coat. A month ago. And it still hurts.

That said, I hope it's nothing serious, Sophia.

Oh, thank DOG, Jesse. And I realise I've never considered low dudgeon. Probably disappointing anyway.

I prioritize having just my bowl to clean even if that means I pay attention while I microwave.

Ah, no. I am awful at intermittently stirring. Remarkably neglectful. I use one of these on the stove, and I still get a charge from how perfectly ita ! serving size it is--if I can just stand still for ten minutes, that is.

Argh, had a new development in the project I'm spending 95% of my time on, which will result in my art being reviewed/approved by a co-worker who manages to be both nit-picky and indecisive. At my checkup next week I may ask my doctor if I can double up on blood pressure meds.

I just need to remember that Big Boss told me in the past week that I wouldn't have to arrange re-licensing of some fine art from museums and artists' estates, which has been a small kernel of dread in the back of my mind for years now.

I It's simpler for me to stand at a stove stirring than starting and restarting the gowy box (no, not that one, the other one) because that's how I'm processing effort investment.

Also probably faster.

ita, you need one of the magnetic mixing hotplates which can self-stir stuff. Maybe just liquids though.

I am realizing how much my mother loved me as I go through the annoyingly bureaucratic process of starting a girl scout troop. Because my mom did that for me, including taking a group of 3rd graders camping. I know intellectually she loved me, but it's only as I sit in these awful "trainings" that I realize she did the same for me.

I wonder if Grace will do the same for a daughter in the future.