Maurice is eating. All she wants to do is run outside but I'm keeping her in and quiet. I took a good walk. My troubles sort of poured off me with the sweat.
Tomorrow night we are going to have a little belated birthday for May and I'm going to get some of the cooking and baking done today because the boys are coming tomorrow and I am actually excited about the prospect of chopping and mixing and stirring.
I am going to make Macha Sauce and maybe even...ceviche.
Golly. Am I homesick for Mexico or what? I had to laugh the other night when Mr. Moon asked me if we had any chips and salsa.
But I'm not kidding you. I wish I had some right now.
And May wants an apple cake with caramel icing.
I do love making my hippie apple cake- a dessert which delighted so many stoned hippies back in the munchy days. And delicious even if you're not stoned.
And guess what? I canceled my dentist appointment. I feel guilty and blissful at the same time.
I believe I am calling off the cliff-jumping event for now. But let's all still feel free to hold hands which, as Mel pointed out, is always a good idea.