I spent a large proportion of today knitting, which is not a bad thing on its own (quite the contrary, in fact), but essay writing/book reading it is not. I have around 3 novels to finish reading for, oh let's see, Monday. A cardigan I haven't worked on since March seems like a valuable use of my time. The good news? It's Friday and all I have to do this weekend is an hour and a half of yoga. Tons of time to procrastinate.
On the cat front: Friskies is adorable. Last night GP (don't deny it, you) and I spent a good amount of time watching her twitch while she dreamt. GP thought she was dreaming about being a lioness in the savanna stalking her prey through 2 foot-tall yellow grass and chasing gazelles. I thought she was dreaming more mundane things like ripping small rodents to shreds, or wading nose-deep in her favourite treats. She's still sleeping now, as it happens. Snoring.
I made yet another delicious meal last night:
If you can't tell, it's lemon and dill baked salmon with a tomato and arugula (from my mum's garden, no less!) salad, simply dressed with a balsamic reduction, olive oil, fleur de sel, basil (from my "garden"), and some parmesan. Needless to say, it was tasty.
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