I finished The Girl With Glass Feet. Don't read it. It's sad--far too sad to read during March. And, it casts a spell on you that will leave you in its pall for days.
And, snow has been swirling around outside. We're expecting more in the days ahead. It's quie cold. This afternoon I made maple cookies, which are better hours later than they were fresh from the oven. I found the recipe online: Frosted Maple Cookies.
I read a nasty thing in the newspaper about breastfeeding. Nothing new, same old, "keep it covered, you're grossing me out," nonsense that society always parrots. One of my daughter's friends once asked her why I breastfed. My daughter said, "Because that's what breasts are for," to which her friend replied, "Oh, I thought they were decoration." Argghhhh! Will things ever change?
Right now, I'm going to go snuggle on the couch with my new kitty, and drink a cup of tea.
