Jan Morrison

Today is another day! Of course, it always is but it never fails to amaze me. Yesterday I was a cranky woman. Not totally, I do work with my mind some, but more cranky than I liked. I was tired because the dear one was snoring the night before and I had to leave our pristine clean bedroom with fresh laundered, country air-dried sheets and go down to the lower depths. Normally I don't mind this. In the old days, pre-health diet days, I would make a big mug of hot chocolate and grab some cookies perhaps and my book. No problem. I trained myself by treats to enjoy what sometimes felt like banishment. The truth is that when I'm uneasy or ruminating about something bothersome - the man snores louder! It's a mystery.
So I didn't sleep well and I was annoyed by those perfectly deserved (truthfully, not all were deserved) remarks by the rejecting publisher, and I haven't gotten everything done that I want to. What a surprise to the other optimistic types out there! My garden isn't dug over for instance and I haven't planted my tulips and there are things in the house that need to be done. Yucky things like cleaning out the furnace/storage room and so on. I did clean some kitchen cupboards the other day - very satisfying. And so on.
But today - all things are the same and I feel fine. It's a new day. Laundered, hung on the line, rinsed by fall rains and sweetened by the wind. My very dear Babes Group is coming for our first session of Babes in Moneyland. We are using the wonderful book 'Your Money or Your Life' by Joe dominquez and Vicki Robin with their study guide for groups. I just printed it off ( I bought the pdf) and had to change both ink carteridges. arghh!
I made blueberry scones from a recipe in the Joy with a few alterations. OK - many alterations - I used a mixture of oatmeal flour and spelt flour. I didn't put sugar in it and I used yoghurt instead of cream. And I threw in frozen wild blueberries. They taste great! A little bland but the guests can use jam to sweeten it. I'll just slather on the butter. Good enough.
Now, I have an hour before they get here so I'm going to write on the wip. Perhaps I'll let my main protagonist, Kitty, ruminate on new days in an investigation. I can't give her these scones because the town she's in, Annapolis Royal, is already fattening up her and her cohort. Every time she and Sam go to interview someone, they get pastries or muffins or something. I must always be thinking of food when I'm writing.