I’m heading to Whistler this weekend. It’s midnight, I haven’t packed yet. But I did manage to go to the Army and Navy Massive Annual Shoe Sale — where I bought seven, yes seven, pairs of really cute shoes. All leather (except for the denim pair), and beautiful. Afterwards I came home and went for a great run. It’s my first run where I felt like myself — in months. I’ve felt good when I’ve been running with groups but when alone I’ve been draggy and slow. Tonight I still wasn’t up to speed but was strong.
After, I needed to do the baking that I’d promised for this weekend.  Yesterday I made cookies and today I was making pumpkin muffins, pumpkin pie, lemon merangue pie and grated apple pie. Mid baking, I had the lemon merangue pie on the stove — cooling. I opened the cupboard to get my cinnamon out, and some spices fell out — onto the merangue. So I had to re-make the merangue. Then I was ready to put the muffins in the oven and went to pick up the muffin tin. And dropped it everywhere. Almost on the Lemon Merangue Pie. The pie was safe, but the muffin batter was not. So alas, no muffins for the weekend. But there are three kinds of pies, and ginger snaps. That should be good for two days.
I’m not usually this spaztic, I know I’m thinking through information I received today, but really it’s nothing particularly deep or shocking but I have no idea why I managed to almost destroy a pie — twice — and sent muffin batter all over the kitchen.