Uhrm. Hmm?

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Oh right, of course.  Time is slipping.  No major fuss.  As I attempt to get my days and nights to swing around to their right places while weather fiddles and temps increase, I realize that spring is always a bit of a challenge.  No need to hold my breath, push, or pull.  Best to let things happen at their pace, making small adjustments where and when possible.  Best not to become too fussy.  That never works.  Frustration is just that.  Oh, and I am not on medication, so there is that too.  I may call about the doctor appointment tomorrow... if I can be awake late enough.  I know I won't wake early enough in the afternoon.

I meant to call my friend.  I missed events Sunday, and didn't call.  I was ambushed into the twilight and not in line with keeping up on things Sunday.  Often the case, yet doubly so that day.  A call, I thought, sometime soon.  I was hoping he might make it to Crumb Brothers for a couple loaves of bread.  Yeah, worth it.  I don't eat bread often, but when I do...  As it turns out, he called me.  Good thing, I probably would have forgotten again.

I let him know that I have become a vampire again, or back on the night schedule at least.  I told him I was hoping to go in to town tomorrow.  Not until late, as my schedule is unscheduled... for day business.  I let him know what I wanted, and asked if he could pick up some bread.  He has been meaning to get there himself.  Though he didn't think it was open Monday and Tuesday.  After a bit of checking, nope.  So I rescheduled for a Wednesday night run to town, sometime later.  Oh, beside bread, it would be good to have a few pastries.  I'll call tomorrow, see if that would be doable.  Just a couple.  Weekly treat.

I was speaking with the neighbor tonight.  He asked what I thought of the pancakes from the other day.  I let him know to let the Mrs. know that those where the best pancakes I have ever eaten.  Seriously?  Seriously.  I was right.  At least a portion of the flour was home milled.  And, I agree with adding half white to the mix, or it is just too heavy.  Finally, now I know I like some things I used to believe were inedible.  Honey... just have to buy the real, raw, local stuff.  Maple syrup, if you can't buy local buy good.  It'll cost, just use less.  And pancakes, just have to use the right flour and mix of it really.  Still, making those is a bit of an art.  I really need to get going on grinding my own flower.  I have the machine, and flour.  I just want a replacement bucket of wheat so as to cycle through.  Easy enough, might even order a bucket tonight, come to think of it.  Or at the first, depending on finances.

Later.