It’s feeling very Monday in here. How about watching a little comedy from Liz Feldman?
Or skip work and go see American Teen.
(The Lifetime movie about my busted tailbone is called: I Only Cry When I Sneeze: The Dumbass Moves of Camle Riboy.)
There are two things I do when I’m working on something in my head: run or cook. Because I was feeling lazy, I decided to try to make cookies using the persimmons I had that were about to turn. Thirty minutes later I’m looking at some funky, but not too shabby, persimmon chocolate chip cookies. They wouldn’t win any awards, but there’re at least three food groups in just one bite.
I should probably go for a run now.