Mondays get away from me. Often. Like pretty much every single week.

Today I meant to wash a heck of a lot of laundry (did it), email my sister (didn’t), and… I forget what else was on my mental to-do list, so I probably didn’t do whatever it was.

I did, however, realize that I have never, not once ever, checked my @makingthingsup replies at twitter—which means if you’ve ever asked me a question over there, I wasn’t ignoring you, I’m just an idiot. Basically. From now on, I shall check replies obsessively, I promise.

I also made cinnamon rolls, which was definitely not on my to-do list, but they’re so cinnamon-sugary and the sky was so grey all day that it seemed like the appropriate thing to do. Notice how I use the run-on sentence there to distract from my guilt regarding the sugar food. Ahem.

And now I think I will stop trying to remember what else I was maybe supposed to do today and instead eat the cinnamon rolls. They’re best when they’re warm—right?—so really, it would be a waste to let them cool.