Holy shit, Debet.

The crumble was pretty darn good, considering. This was "what do we do with the leftover Harry and David pears?" and also "what the hell can we do with this random bergamot marmalade husband bought out of curiosity?"

So I found a recipe for pear crumble with orange marmalade and substituted. Except then the bergamot marmalade was largely fruit, so the bergamot ended up dotted on top of the pears.

The fact that the sirens didn't go off made me pretty sure it was not real, but people were wigging the fuck out.

That's awesome, Consuela!

Whoa, Debet! That'll get the adrenaline pumping!

Wow, Debet!

That sounds good, Dana.

Yipes Debet, what a scare! Although way better than actual missiles

Consuela, that is amazing and awesome, truly awesome!

I just had a yummy lunch of sushi and yakisoba (thanks, Mitsuwa market!) but somehow still have food envy. I want to eat msbelle's wilted kale and beets for imaginary second lunch, with Dana's fancy crumble for dessert. Instead I'm following up my lunch with afternoon coffee and grading. sigh. grading.

but people were wigging the fuck out.

No doubt. The taunting coming from the White House can't set well with people there.

I just had a yummy lunch of sushi and yakisoba (thanks, Mitsuwa market!) but somehow still have food envy. I want to eat msbelle's wilted kale and beets for imaginary second lunch, with Dana's fancy crumble for dessert.

I am satiated just from living vicariously through you people.

How terrific, Consuela! Congratulations!

Debet, I'm sorry you had to deal with that.

I went to the closest branch of the gaming store Hubby managed to look into selling some comics and Magic cards. It's a good sign when the person assessing the cards pauses and says "Wow."

Aside from that, it was wonderful to walk into a place where they knew Hubby and I was referred to as Neil's Wife. For years that's how I was referred to at the Keep, "Wife of Neil," I even received mail under that name. My official title was Infamous Wife of Neil, and I loved it.

So a profitable and melancholy day.

That's nice, Connie. It is good that the warm memories helped ease the melancholy.

Ugh, I hate that I love that I came to the office today. But I did about an hour and a half of work, feel much better about the state of things, and will now leave because I don't feel like doing any more! (Even though there is plenty more to do.)

In theory, I want to go to the movies, but I can't find the right combination of movie/location/time, so I guess I'll just go home.