Marissa Lingen (mrissa) wrote,
Marissa Lingen
mrissa

Domestic and imaginary

My pleasures today are domestic and imaginary. The last pan of oatmeal raisin cookies is out of the oven, and so the house smells like cinnamon, allspice, and cloves, with oats to steady them. This is one of the scent-combinations that says, "Someone loves this house," to me. I'll soon have to figure out what we're having for dinner and who's cooking it, but until then, we'll have the smell of spice cookies.

The book is booking. Book book book. It's being enough fun and absorbing enough that I will be surprised if I take my birthday off this year. I can, of course. It's my birthday. I can do what I like, approximately, within reasonable limits. It's just that I suspect that what I like will involve some book, and that's a good thing.

(Thursday is my birthday. Somewhere around Saturday my brain switched over into pre-birthday mode. Birthday! Birthday birthday! I like birthdays. We are very good at birthdays in my family.)

I'm enjoying this period of rereading before my birthday. I got to open the presents from seagrit and jffgrnfld and Amber when they were here, and markgritter finished his copy of HP7, but I'm going to hold off until after my birthday to dive into that pile, because lots of rereading all at once feels like fun right now.

Okay. Dinner cogitating. Then more book.
Tags: birthday princess, so juicy sweeeet, what we did
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