I'm disappointed they don't capture the wild yeast by riding horses around and yelling "Yeehaw!" while lassoing microscopic creatures.

I was imagining the yeast in interview, exclaiming "Wild? Darling, I was livid!"

Did laundry today. That's all I accomplished--never even left the house. I needed it, though. It's been a crazy week at work.

I'm not watching the debate live, can catch it later if so inclined. Talked to mom instead, dad is watching the debate. "The thing is, Bernie sounds just like dad." "Why do you think I'm skipping the debates and talking to you?"

I vacuumed and the sheets are in the wash. That's pretty much all I've accomplished today, unless watching hockey counts.

I did a load of sheets and a load of towels, put the clean sheets on the bed, and put away the towels. I also cleaned the abominable toilet, washed dishes, and worked out for the first time since before Christmas and catching Death Cold 2015-2016.

Sourdough. How does one go about making that? Because I tried the once, and then the mother came to life (well, more to life) and took over my fridge

Heh. I've made a lot of bread, but never sourdough, because it does require regular attention, and I'm not so good at that. My ski club had a sourdough starter that had been kept alive since the 1940s, and then during a work party about ten years ago someone threw it away. Oh the humanity.

Took Dad out for a nice dinner tonight, but I dunno. He's pretty wobbly and not really tracking very well, and had a hard time even getting in and out of the car. I think he's not able to process visually when he's in a dark car or anywhere with an uneven surface, so it's not very safe to take him to the movies or even out to dinner in the darkness. It's rather sad, but he doesn't seem unhappy or in pain -- he's just not really functioning that well. Reading the same book for weeks, throwing away important mail, and so forth.

Sigh.

[link] is an excellent sourdough resource.

Why I was wide awake at 5:30 when I don't have to be, I'll never know.

I slept in, which meant my mother did most of the shoveling already! And the neighbor is probably going to do the rest with the snowblower! Sloth pays.

There's frost on the cars here the morning, and all the birds look like little puffballs.

The tooth doll thing is terrifying. But maybe good if the kid grows up to be a serial killer due to early trauma (which seems all too likely) and you need a DNA sample. It's the circle of f'd-up-idness.

"Why did you start havesting body parts, Mr. Jones?" "It started with this doll . . ."

I tried sourdough once but my starter died. I think I might have better luck with a kit.