I got a rare nine (9) hours of sleep last night, but still feeling low motivation today. I've got work at the Wedding Mill tonight, but a uniquely free Sunday morning. The curling club has ice, and leagues begin shortly.
I've got laundry going now...things never change.
I've been working on Grandma's recipie for Chruscik /kHRUS-chick-key/, those flat twisted cookies she always made. Now I appreciate all the work that goes into them. The kneading, rolling (verrry thin), shaping, twisting, flash-frying; considering the time, the labor, and the mess involved, that she kept doing this until she was 91. Nevertheless, I feel motivated to keep making more. Tested them out in public for the first time yesterday (Starbucks picnic) and got a request for the recipe; that's an endorsement if any.
Laundry is calling. Time to iron.