After a wonderful night of little sleep, I cuddled up in my blue fizzy blanket and went to a walk in the dewey chirpy morning. Walked along some train tracks, sang into the morning, took note of how the blossoms on the trees are like little pink kisses. Then I met this handsome little guy, and we followed each other. Then he followed me home.

Baking.

I did not bring any kitchenware with me, which has made my usual cooking and baking addiction an obstacle. I did have a Christmas brownie pan in my car, luckily (courtesy of my lovely wife). This trip is proving to be a long exercise in improvisation.

Box of yellow cake mix. 5 tablespoons melted butter. Two eggs. And anything your heart desires - I chose pulvarized Oreos and chocolate chips. 

Mad bangin', as my roommate might say.

Also, excuse my brevity. I am now publishing from my phone.

phoneme drops land in morpheme reservoirs.

I realize I made you a promise for more blog posts. Well, I obviously lied. I do not have an internet connection in the apartment, and have busy enough that a trip to the library or coffee shop has not been high on my list of priorities. The good news is I have been writing... a lot. As I told my roommate, it is nice to rekindle my relationship with ink and paper.