autumn has invaded, bringing chilly nights and nippy mornings, nippy enough to send me inside for socks on my daily march up and down the drive. three laps of the driveway, from the house to the street, is a mile and i am determined to walk at least seven miles daily by winter.
though if the seasons continue to change at this rate, there will be snow by october.
last night the chill and a loaf of nearly-stale bread, plus a plethora of eggs, inspired me to bake a bread pudding. (lest my gentle readers wonder what the Angels would think, please be assured that the Angels who have everything but physical form, take divine delight when WE savor something as delicious as homemade bread pudding.)
as the oven warmed the kitchen, and the smell of cinnamon and ginger filled the upstairs, libby and i snuggled on the couch. we ate the pudding still steaming while we watched Nanny 911.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.