Oh, that is sweet.

Mmm, cheesecake bars. Sound even better than traditional brownies.

Hellish day that has resulted in my participation in over 60 phone calls.

Good lord. I made ONE phone call today to confirm an appointment with my optometrist, and that's enough for me.

I'm exhausted both from this garbage fire of a country and from the work project that's eating my life, so I'm going to sneak out of the office early today to get a haircut.

A few weeks ago I spotted mashed cauliflower in the frozen food aisle, helpfully with cheddar and bacon added, obviously as a healthy alternative to mashed potatoes (my love, my own). I miss mashed potatoes. A couple of weeks ago I bought some, and I've been staring at them in my freezer since going "Cheddar and bacon. You adore cauliflower soup. But it's cauliflower." Today I pulled it out and shoved it in the microwave. Unfortunately my apartment proceeded to smell like cauliflower being cooked, which I do not find pleasant. I pulled it out, threw in a handful of sharp cheddar, and ate.

It wasn't bad. A perfectly acceptable vehicle for delivering cheddar and bacon. A little runny and lumpy, and it makes me miss real mashed potatoes. Worse, I now have cauliflower burps, which mitigate rather strongly against eating this again.

I like mashed cauliflower if it's not runny. But really my One True Cauliflower is roasted, with olive oil and smoked paprika or turmeric. I could eat a whole dang head of cauliflower like that.

Hmm. Maybe I'll make some for dinner. FRIDAY NIGHT CAULIFLOWER WOOOOOO

I can eat a whole head of cauliflower just steamed. I like cauliflower.

This week has been a million years long and this weekend is full of stuff I gotta do. I'm going to happy hour.

Thank you for validating my cheese cake bars. I don't think there were any last year, so that should be OK.

Thank goodness my work day started trailing off at about 3:30. Because this week has been ridiculous and I only slept like 5 hours last night. I have a beer and am almost ready for bed.

I also have a complaint about protests around here: they always start at 11, and I don't understand how to manage my food for the day! At least this time I'll be with my mother and she's not going to want to stay a long time.

Timelies all!

Am at Concertino, after a loooong drive with some horrible traffic. (Connecticut, why is it always Connecticut?)

I know this has been their plan since inauguration night, and I hate it's succeeded with me, but I just... I'm worn out. I've got no more reserves of outrage and...just rage. I'm hoping this hiatus I'm trying to take will help top up my reserve tank, because I really really hate feeling both apathetic and impotent to withstand and work for change.

I saw someone post a thing on Facebook about when you are in a choir and you have to hold a note longer than any one person can sustain the note, everybody takes turns taking a little breath, the audience does not hear it. This is a perfect idea for resistence and advocacy work. No one can go at it hammer and tongs forever. But we can each do what we can, taking a little break when w have to - it isn't quitting. It isn't giving up.

Incidentally I have never considerered myself an activist, I'm a hobbit. But dammit, Saruman has come to the Shire and by Eru I will not be one of Sharky's men. I'm going to a rally tomorrow.

Homemade mashed cauliflower is better. It is basically heavy cream, butter,salt and pepper tool. I can't taste the cauliflower.

Oh, man, happy hour with my dance sisters was so fun! Now a recital. My friend isn't on for an hour, I probably didn't need that last pint...