Having a serious shiny object problem.

Too much energy, not enough focus. We much find a happy medium around here somewhere, or at least a moderately enthusiastic spiritualist.

Wrote section 108, 519 words. That was the six, so it got sent to brooksmoses. Not sure what 109 was, so lots of staring into space and at the blank page.

Cleaned the bathtub, which took me several rounds of pretending I could focus. (Apply scrubbing bubbles. Wander off. Scrub bits of tub. Wander off. Reapply bubbles. Scrub vigorously before wandering off.)

Wandered around a lot going, "Agh!"

Wrote session summary; back up to only six behind.

Posting comments in first person plural, which is a good sign that we're all over the place today.

Made a bunch of comments on Ta-Mery. Nice short attention span good for answering one-liners.

teinedreugan got me materials for a baked potato, but too much effort right now. Tomorrow potato. With scallions. And sour cream. And cheese. And butter. But no bacon bits because he couldn't find any.

We should make more food. That would be a good idea.

Addendum: Yay Tylenol. because both my wrists were hurting like hell, but particularly the one I wasn't using for anything strenuous and for which I don't have a brace of correct handedness, which means that I have to use an ace bandage, and it wasn't helping enough and it itched. Bunny, puppy. We hunt food now really.

We take this moment to bring you some food porn.

(Because I'm not on food_porn, and mm.)

I have baked a potato.

It hissed gently as I brought it out of the oven and sliced it open. On those exposed surfaces I spread rich, sweet cream salted butter and let it sink into the pale flesh. As it marinated in those juices, I poured sour cream into the space so exposed until it oozed out the sides. All exposed surfaces were dusted lightly with an assortment of shredded cheeses which, where they touched the hot potato, melted into swirls of several shades of yellow and orange. Two diced scallions were scattered lightly over the top, providing the glories concealed within with a thin semblance of rich green and white modesty.

I ate it.

It was good.