I had an academic paper (8 pages — I may have mentioned it once or twice in a whiny tone) to write by the end of this week, and enough ennui to go along-with for two if not three other people. I slogged through it however and it is done and submitted.
It was not at all pretty, the slogging, and I wouldn’t blame my family and the dog for kicking me out of the house as a result, but miraculously they have not. I may have improved my survival chances by baking Sharon Tyler Herbst’s double fudge brownies (for chocolate devotees only — packing 6 oz. of dark chocolate and 10 oz. of semi-sweet) earlier this week. They are as monumental in taste as they look here. Just perfect for those ridiculous chocolate cravings I get when I’m absolutely positive that I’m completely inadequate and ill-equipped for the task at hand. I should probably find a less high-caloric coping mechanism…
And spring! This past week and more has been nastily cold and rainy, and dreary beyond words. There have however been occasional glimmers of sun, and I have not failed to notice color. Enjoy!
The flowers that bloom in the spring, Tra la, Breathe promise of merry sunshine.
As we merrily dance and we sing, Tra la, We welcome the hope that they bring, Tra la,
Of a summer of roses and wine, Of a summer of roses and wine.
And that’s what we mean when we say that a thing
Is welcome as flowers that bloom in the spring.
— Lyrics from Gilbert & Sullivan’s The Mikado