But enough about you

I impulse-bought a waffle iron last night, and this morning I fought hard with it and won. The first "waffle" was a big gooey mess that overflowed the iron and stuck to the grid. Much fierce scraping and cursing ensued. The next two waffles separated in the middle but looked waffle-y from the outside. The final, fourth waffle, was perfect.

Emboldened by my victory, and fortified by fresh fruit and waffle-y goodness in my tummy, I moved on to the next big project. I changed out the horrid, outdated, half-functioning light fixture on the ceiling of Jon's bedroom for a modern brushed-nickel fixture. That turned out to be even dicier than the waffle making, but with some help I got that done too.

Now I rest.