Things That Hurt

A quiet day. I went to the nursing home in the morning, partly to help out with their regular Friday church service and mostly to see a man I visit there, who breaks my heart into a billion pieces on a regular basis. He did it again today, by reaching out for a hug when I was leaving. What can I say - people's loneliness gets to me.

But I made him laugh and brought him some cake and gave him several hugs and kisses, so it's all good.

Yep, cake. I was feeling rather blah yesterday afternoon so L and I made a cake. My oven does not like cake as much as I do. It will roast chicken, bake butter tarts, roast vegetables and do pretty much whatever else I request, but it will not bake a cake in the expected time. It usually takes about twice as long. And then it gets dry. But otherwise, it would still be uncooked in the middle. So clearly, my oven hates cake, and it not only wants to not have to bake any cakes, but it wants to make sure that any cake experiences are ruined for everyone else.

My oven is a jerk. Also, it's old, and it sucks electricity like someone or something that really sucks something down. Before we had to move to New Glasgow, I had a brand new ceramic top stove that baked like a dream. But let us not discuss All We Left Behind.

I have the worst case of writer's block I have ever had, by the way. Absolutely no movement whatsoever with the book-in-progress, if I still dare to call it that.

I wonder if a slice of cake would help?

...couldn't hurt.