-    I am exhausted. Nothing special, just a couple of weeks of less sleep than usual. Which isn’t much to begin with. Surprised? Anyone? This is a boring point, and probably should have come somewhere in the middle, where you’re more likely to skim and less likely to be annoyed at having wasted time reading the boring point. I apologize.

-    I want to win this dress. I own, I think, zero dresses. And I’m not at all as fabulous as that dress is, but maybe I could pretend every once in a while. Maybe?

-    I will have a giveaway here later this week, but not of a dress. Or anything to do with a dress. Also, unusually, not a book.

-    I seem to be using more than my fair share of commas in this post. I apologize for that, too. Has to do with the sleep factor. (Less sleep = more punctuation. I can’t explain.)

-    Usually I procrastinate by cleaning. The last couple of weeks, I’ve been procrastinating by baking. Brownies and cinnamon rolls and a spice cake and banana muffins and herb bread, recommended by @woowoomama. I baked, in fact, until I broke my stand mixer. Did you even know such a thing was possible? Because I did not. It makes a mechanical noise but the beater does not move. This, being the exact opposite of what a mixer is supposed to do, is unfortunate.

Today I made no-knead bread and another spice cake (the first one was GOOD and also GONE). But as I am mixing by hand, the glaze will turn out lumpy, which means it won’t be pretty enough to serve to my (nonexistent) teatime visitors, so I will have to eat the whole thing myself. Or maybe with a little help from people who live with me and thus will not judge me based on the unsmoothness of my spice cake glaze.

Both my house and my waistline would like me to go back to cleaning instead of baking. They may be out of luck. (Let me say again, spice cake = good.) Then again, maybe I could get back to the projects I’m avoiding in the first place. Maybe while I eat the cake. It could happen.