. Remnants of last night’s baking extravaganza are piled on the counter, along with the infamous ginger cake. How lovely it is to wake up to cake!
. 48 degrees. I have no idea what that will feel like on the bike but I do know that I am a delicate creature. I suit up with two coats, a winter hat, a neck warmer, and gloves. By the time I get to work, my torso is sweaty and my hands are frozen. I make note of this.
. Today’s Google searches include: what to do with leftover creme fraiche and staying warm on a bicycle in winter
. In a not so distant past, Friday nights were for trolloping around town, drinking the week away, and eating all the poutine. But now Fridays are for sweatpants and take-out with cozy friends and this is very fine. Very fine indeed.
. Sarah B. is leaving Kentucky. I pick up GirlsGirlsGirls burritos + a growler of cider from Pivot. O brings wine and wine glasses. We pile ourselves onto the remaining furniture and yell the answers to an episode of Jeopardy and occasionally get one right. It does feel good to be right. When another friend shows up, we promptly put a glass of wine in her hand and a burrito on a plate.
. Despite being tired and tipsy, I put fresh sheets on the bed (the reindeer’s are coming out!) and scrub the dishes.
. Alarm is set.