I have redyed my hair, and I feel red. I'm also, after, what, three years of doing this, getting to the point of being able to wash the henna out in a moderately effective manner. And my hair behaves so much better afterwards, too, which is a joy.
Doing more laundry. I spend large portions of yesterday bottling cider mead. I have bottled eight bottles of cider mead, and I still have mead, and I'm out of bottles. Rar! However, given that eight bottles of cider mead is rather more than I'm liable to drink any time soon, I'm sticking one in my suitcase to give to linenoise
in the event that we arrange a lunch date. Which makes six bottles in my luggage going out, which, when distributed, will leave plenty of space for books to bring back and possibly stuff picked up at the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum
Which is an expotition I'm really looking forward to, because it looks Utterly Cool.
And for my belated yoghurt commentary. Ahem. I do not come from a yoghurt-consuming culture. (Haw haw.) It's just not a part of what I grew up with, and as I'm a food-neophobe, well. But I've come to the conclusion that it would be Good For Me (partly medical reasons), and so I've been carefully approaching the whole yoghurt thing. The first go around was . . . well, artificially flavoured. It smelled like strawberry-flavoured dentist fluoride treatments, if that translates. I ate it anyway; it helped. Today I had a higher-end vanilla one. Not bad. Nice sweet/sour thing. Slightly more than I wanted in a container. Ate it anyway. For I am Virtuous.
I am not, however, virtuous enough to have packed yet. And teinedreugan
and I are going out for a while anyway. Whoops. ;) Well, I'll pack and feed the snakie when I get home.
Closing note: I love this song.