That was unexpectedly cheering.
I'm in a low-grade grumpy mood, I think largely because my feet hurt, and secondarily because I not only left the cinnamon sugar off the cakelings, I almost left the flour out, a circumstance that has me doubting my general attentiveness if not competence. (They're okay without cinnamon sugar, but would have been better with.)
I answered the phone largely on the possibility that it might be
cattitude, who is on his way home from work. It was
quility, and we had a nice chat about not much, including dissertation formatting and the difficulties thereof, and I'm feeling considerably better now.
This doesn't mean I'll answer the phone if it rings once Cattitude is home, however.
I'm in a low-grade grumpy mood, I think largely because my feet hurt, and secondarily because I not only left the cinnamon sugar off the cakelings, I almost left the flour out, a circumstance that has me doubting my general attentiveness if not competence. (They're okay without cinnamon sugar, but would have been better with.)
I answered the phone largely on the possibility that it might be
This doesn't mean I'll answer the phone if it rings once Cattitude is home, however.