I cleaned. The kitchen. It was a bad scene in there. I can't even remember the last time I saw the top of my table. But now it's good. I might even spend time in there cooking (ha-ha-ha).
For real though, I'm going to bake. Since it's Christmas, and all that. And I happened to find all the ingredients for macaroons when I cleaned out the cupboards. Trisha had sent me home with a bucket of cookies the other day, including macaroons (from my recipe!) and fuck me, they were really good.
Then I made something. Clean space = creative fingers. I should try to remember that.
I can't figure out how to take good pictures of these boxes. That gold circle used to be one of my favourite earrings until it self-destructed. Paul asked me what kind of reception I got with them. (Pretty good). Now it's in a Christmas present.
I liked that advice from 'Don't Sweat the Small Stuff': If someone throws you the ball, you don't have to catch it.
And after a certain amount of clarification, the news that made me clean doesn't seem as tragic as I previously thought. Time will tell, or something like that. But it's nice to have a clean kitchen, anyway.