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Grocery shopping is so much more bearable when the store is ghostly. I don't like struggling through the crowds. Today I brought home a pound of smoked salmon, bagels, cream cheese, strawberries, blueberries, orange juice, cereal, salt & vinegar potato chips, and lots of baking supplies.

I've already become enthralled with a half dozen ideas from my new cookbook. This week I'm making meringue fingers dipped in chocolate, and palmiers. If only it wasn't so hot outside, I wouldn't have to wait until nearly midnight to get started on the baking.

The apartment really needs to be cleaned. But Alan's napping in the living room, and it's just too warm to make the effort. Maybe later. For now I'll read the paper and contemplate making fruity shortcakes for dinner.

baking and reading

I like reading the New York Times, especially the Magazine section published every week. There's a short article on how a group of scientists made some randy voles become more monogamous. Imagine, a pill for monogamy. How interesting. Strange to think that something society has always considered a behaviour could have a physical, chemical basis more than a moral one. I'm sure there are more than a few people who would just love to have that excuse.

I've always felt more monogamous than not, so my vasopressin receptors must be just dandy.

Which ties into something else on my mind. I'm somewhat surprised by how gratifying it is to be a wife, to be somewhat domestic. I'm just as lazy as I ever was, I suppose. But having someone to bake for these days makes it just that much more fun. I don't think I could be a housewife, as I would get too bored until I had some other project to occupy my time. (And children will most definitely not be that project.) I don't know what to call it - but it's different than I imagined. I never did think I would have a normal life, but I like it.

I just want to stay home and bake all week. I'm on this kick. At least it means I'm cleaning the kitchen. Tonight I'm making strawberry & blueberry shortcakes with fresh whipped cream. Maybe later I'll get to work on the chocolate meringue fingers.

why am I watching this?

So... the big secret is that M Night Shamalan sees dead people? That's the impression I'm getting from this insane program on the SciFi channel. This whole thing with the dead boy in the pond and Night almost dying is too bizarre.

I think they are attempting to prove he draws some weird mystic power from the Philadelphia area right now.

If Johnny Depp says you are too weird, you probably are too weird.

ETA That's Exactly what they are trying to say, that all of his films are somehow autobiographical. Too freaking weird. I am kinda curious why he freaked the hell out and his handler had a fit when that was suggested.

Either great publicity or just complete insanity.

ETA 2 The crows are weird enough, but the ghost boy in the mirror? That's either some nice editing, or really really fucking creepy. Would the Sci-Fi channel risk their reputation that way though? I don't know.