I just baked a perfect carrot cake, gang!

Well, perhaps "just" is a bit of a misnomer, since carrot cakes, from start to finish, take three fucking hours! But it was worth it -- it's a belated birthday cake for a friend, whose birthday slipped right past me this year b/c I'm so caught up in my own head.

And I've finished the cake just in time to, yes, take another class! I totally forgot I had registered to take this class over a month ago. And then along came my reminder this morning (it's another teleseminar that you take on the phone & the Internet at the same time.).

And I thought, SHIT! What's wrong with this picture: It's Saturday, I've got another bottle of that decent Chianti (it's been on sale, hence " a purchasing pattern" has evolved...), the library had yet another Lord Peter Wimsey ("Deadly-Serious") murder mystery on DVD ready for me to pick up. And, yes, if I feel so inclined (which of course I do) there's popcorn I could make, as well. But instead, I'm taking a 3 hour class from Los Angeles. Am I out of my mind?

I looked over the PDF handout, to see if maybe I should just get all sloth-full and skip it. But the PDF handout was, like, super-duper important and chockfull of awesome writing information and I thought, CRAP, I'm a writer; I can't miss this!

So, that's how my evening's shaping up. But I did get to take my walk again today! And I did my yoga. Of course, then I baked that cake for 3 hours.... A day well spent, I'm sure. See ya, gang!

[Happy, happy, merry, merry! Carrot Cake!]