Long nails make typing loud.

Today the clouds were so brilliant. All day. And they kept changing from new brilliant to new brilliant. I wanted to be above them. And among them. And I smiled at them. And noticed I was smiling at clouds. Which made me feel more like smiling.

Today, under duress, I ate an entire pint of what was supposed to be brown rice with my right hand.

So I can do that.

I have an evening of souffles planned for next Wednesday. That is very exciting.

And I think I'm right when I say that yes, marshmallows can be roasted over a grill. If anyone knows different, chime in.

It is nice to be a girl.