Welcome to 12 of 12; for more 12-ish hijinks or more information, see Chad Darnell's blog.
On with the show:
6:50 - Up. In the dark. Ugh.
7:04 - Sherlock = Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window.
7:41 - Not running for the bus, which is always a good sign.
10:30 - I worry that I'm getting into Rachael Ray territory when I say that homemade waffles reheat perfectly in the toaster. Before you know it, I'll be washing and cutting up my veggies right when I buy them, and then coating them in some EVOO and whipping up some sammies. Oy. (They do, though. Toast well, I mean.)
11:17 - Entering (my own) edits on a book of American idioms, while also re-writing the depressing and/or tawdry sentences included by the author.
5:15 - What is this "spring" of which you speak?
5:40 - Riding the escalator out of Dupont Circle metro. The quotation inscribed on the wall is (apparently) from the Walt Whitman poem "The Wound Dresser": "Thus in silence in dreams' projections....Some suffer so much, I recall the experience sweet and sad,..."
6:37 - Out for a run at the National Cathedral.
6:39 - The gate to the gardens at the cathedral, which I hereby adopt as my extended backyard, for all of my running, walking, basking, contemplating, nature-admiring, and reading needs.
7:40 - Chickpea and pasta soup, my current simple dinner of choice. The key here, as with basically everything else in life, is extra olive oil and double the garlic.
8:05 - Happy times: Hot soup, cuddly cat, Jon Stewart on my TV.
8:47 - Writing about 80's live-action Disney movies for Cinema Hype. I love me some Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson--who doesn't?--but Race to Witch Mountain, I cannot support.
See you next month.