Gad, I can go months without breaking something or dropping anything but JZ and I just spilled three things around the kitchen within an hour. Of course we're out of paper towels.

I'm telling you, pine sol goes with the holidays!

But crazies can show up anywhere.

Well, at least there aren't any popularly documented ones on my commute at the moment. That's comforting. It's just always a little bit weirder for me when I can easily visualise all of the story, even what doesn't make it into the reporting.

This looks like a nifty freezer management system, except too much upfront work: [link]

I have Knight and Day on in the background. Pretty much settles it. Tom Cruise creeps me out too much. No way I could pay to watch MI4.

Back to status report...

I had a plate of leftovers for breamfast. Mostly because thanks to my own personal idiocy I had too much wine with the apps and had to go lie down during most of dinner. By too much, I mean 1.5 glasses. Damn that Asian alcohol response.

But a quick lie down and I was okay by dessert. So I didn't completely miss the meal.

Steph, let me validate you. YOU ARE RIGHT. You can absolutely compost coffee filters, whether in a backyard pile or a vermicomposting system.

Oh, we've been composting them for 4 years and we have excellent compost. I just didn't want to get into it on FB. This woman was preaching about how tea bags are excellent, and coffee grounds are magical in compost, but coffee filters are the devil and cannot be composted and therefore destroy the environment because they go in landfills.

(Which all started from a discussion about the Keurig and other single-cup coffeemakers and how much waste they produce, etc. So this woman was fervently clinging to her moral high ground of only using a French press. Which makes good coffee [but might kill you with the its effects on cholesterol], but is just not a morally superior coffee preparation method, DAMN.)

Teppy, I applaud your ability to ignore wrongheaded people on the Internet.

I had leftover pie crust for breakfast. No, seriously: when I make a pie and have leftover pastry dough, I roll it out thin and brush it with milk, cinnamon & sugar, and then roll it into a tube and bake it with the pie. That's what I had for breakfast. It's a family thing: I don't know if anyone else does that.

My grandma taught me to do this!

My grandma taught me to do this!

Yay, my family is not that freakish!

Pie for breakfast. Num.

There's a Mormon hymn--maybe others use it--called "Love at Home." Hubby and I raised some eyebrows in the store when we modified it to "There's beauty all around / when there's pie at home." Though to give the locals credit, several did snicker and agree.

I applaud your ability to ignore wrongheaded people on the Internet.

I'd ask you to teach me how, Steph, but I think it would be like me volunteering for an amputation. I'm already kind of pissed I had my wisdom teeth out--imagine how I'd take this...

Man, I just got a *bunch* of work done. Not that I've read any of the productivity stuff recommended yet, and I also didn't do the task I set out to, but it was work, it did need to be done today, and it was mostly motivated to stop me from feeling too useless. I'm going to take it as one of a few wins I'll need today.