Good Freaking God, what happened to today?

I was up early and super industrious. Working on all these loose ends that I've been procrastinating on forever. I did a bunch of online things that necessitated my opening at least 6 new user accounts with usernames and passwords -- I only have about 10 trillion of those right now. Yay, isn't the Internet making life easier? And how about having to click a half million times to buy my 6 items? Yeah, only a teeny bit easier than actually going to the store. (If the store was close by and had a competent person standing there just waiting to help me.)

I was doing all this stuff and suddenly it was 4:30pm so ran to the kitchen to make peach pie (which turned out godhead, by the way. I used Cook's Illustrated, except I didn't like the spices or the sugar ratio, so I read the Betty Crocker recipe, except I didn't want the flour in the filling. I used less brown sugar and more white sugar plus 2 t. lemon and 1 t. lemon zest and 1/4 t. cinnamon and tapioca for my thickener. I've never made a peach pie before but this is going in the rotation. I guess I'd better write down what I did while I'm thinking about it.) (I mean write it on a recipe card. I'm never going to remember to look here for my peach pie tips.)

After the pie I made this baked chicken recipe which was easy but had lots of steps including "browning" it on the stove top in a pan which means "get oil splattered everywhere" so I figured while I was there I'd just disembowel the entire stove top and clean it all.

And after that was done I had to get started on the watering. What a fantastic day. I never turned on the air. I just had the windows open and the breeze felt great. Watering still needed to be done. I've modified my watering routine to do intensive watering every other day rather than half-assed watering every day. But intensive watering takes forever so while I was out there I did yard work and by the time I finished it was almost 9pm. Then I had to eat my chicken and pie.

I'm completely filthy and smell like a stinky hippy but it's too late to bathe now. (I'm sure 90% of you are appalled. Yes, I'm fastidious but I will go to bed stinky and dirty with barely a second thought.) I'm also sort of wound up. Sitting here at the computer typing is not helping.

Point being: I still don't have your train pictures - I did start working on them this morning. And I don't have my Charlie and the Chocolate Factory story or any of the other stuff I have jotted on scraps of paper that are scattered all over this room. Maybe later this week.

Meanwhile. I'd just like to point out that something I didn't do this weekend is go to the Willamette Writers conference. I think I've attended at least part of it every year but one for the last 4 or 5. Wow, and I'm not feeling totally humilated or like I wasted my money. Coincidence? I think not.