Oh, my. It's been kind of a while, hasn't it? Sorry about that--blog-time got away from me, I guess. Since we spoke last, I have...
...turned 28, which sounded old at some point, but which I'd kind of embraced earlier this year anyway. It was a lovely birthday, full of friends and barbecue and presents and general merriment; thanks for asking.
...nursed my toes. For reasons I can't discuss, I had to wear shoes today (!), which was not great. However, they are no longer purple, and not so much swollen as...bumpy, I guess? (If superfluous photos of my bruised and broken toes are your bag, I posted a few here.)
...gotten the hang of the Magic Loop, like so:
How do you like that sleeve action?
...eaten practically nothing of the organic or even plant-based variety, which is becoming something of an untenable situation. It's not good. Tonight: spinach salad with heirloom tomatoes, a hardboiled egg, and cilantro dressing, because I cannot keep this up.
...tried to keep up my momentum for series 3 of Doctor Who, reminding myself of my enthusiasm for the Doctor himself, even if Martha Jones is no Rose Tyler.
...not loved the season premiere of Bones. Be better, please, show.
...made peanut butter brownies. Let me reiterate: PEANUT BUTTER BROWNIES!
...finished Rebecca and started The Name of the Rose.
...waited and waited and waited for choir--my favorite thing--to resume. Tonight! I'm so ready, except, possibly, for my voice.
I'll try to be better. Promise.