doing things. Little things.

Ordered a fleece that says, #resist.
Now to make myself go running this week.

The grand hope/plan today is to make a bunch of speculaas. The children ate the last of our batch and have asked for more. See! Throwing that pile of cookie dough in the freezer has paid off. We are down to the last quarter of the Christmas cake. (it may last a few more days between Mr. Jenner and Senor Onion. They are the biggest fans of Christmas cake in this house.) Maybe I will buy a big bag of bread flour and pour all of my emotional energy into baking bread for awhile. Nothing else will be accomplished but we will have toast. Come the revolution we will have toast. (someone should embroider that on a pillow.)

Scenes from a marriage

Mr. Jenner had his back turned to me as he was getting himself a drink. I was sitting at the table reading the news. I muttered to myself, "Oh you Motherfucker."
Mr. Jenner paused from making himself a drink and said, "Politician?
I said, "Don't you know it."