in the literal and metaphorical sense. The most stoic among us in the Midwest have begun to crack under the stress of this winter. Travel agents are swamped with business. Liquor store shelves are empty. Eyes stare vacantly out from the thick swaddling of scarves, hats, hoods and face masks. We tromp across the tundra, heads bowed against the wind, fists buried in pockets.
And I'm writing tripe.
And book formatting is hard. (I typed that in whiny font if you could not tell.)
I'm digging out from a mountain of words and punctuation marks, housekeeping and snow, but there are a few bright spots.
Mr. B and Mr. G have their first wrestling match of the season Saturday. Mr. B's very first match ever. Equal parts nervous and excited about it.
Bumble Book Club gave me a welcome break Wednesday night. We read Jess Walter's Beautiful Ruins. I recommend it, it's an easy read, but rich and delightful--plus the plot starts in Italy. I also recommend the Bumble Book Club because they are the most fun group of women--smart and funny and insightful and kind.
This recipe got me all kinds of positive attention when I brought it to kick-off for women's Bible study yesterday, and who doesn't like to be praised for their cooking?
Spill it, reader. What good things pulled you through this frozen week?