Well. I tried. Also, I tired.
This is the clearest picture I got this morning of, maybe, 20. Turns out that when I wake up and trundle off to work, I'm not exactly the steadiest person you'll meet. I am in pieces, just tired. Thursday is, as usual, a day of resting, in theory, or, in practice, a day of errands and running about.
It was, apparently, pancake Tuesday, and I missed it. I brought home the ingredients for Gingerbread pancakes, looked at them, looked at the instructions, then ate an apple, sat on the kitchen floor, and played with the magnetic poetry. Which, somehow, still satisfying. Though pancakes need making too.
I should mention, I guess, this insane-ish shift that has me working from 9 a.m. (leave home at 8-ish) to 8 p.m. (get home at 9-ish), 4 days out of the week - leaving 3 free but leaving me a rotten mess the remaining hours of the 4. But that, soon, will change.
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gingerbread is one of my favouritest things. in theory, at least.