When I blog consistently, like most things, it gets easier and easier. I notice things I want to tell the world, the small interactions that make life so funny and worth living.
But it's been an off time for a while. Between work and life and random extraneous commitments I feel like my time is hemmed in at every which way and writing takes a backseat to the pressing now.
Tonight I got home from work around 9:30. I could have gone to bed, right then and there, but I wanted to bake something. Something easy, something calming. So I pulled out the Smitten Kitchen cookbook (which if you don't have, I highly recommend) and flipped through to the cookies, because those are always easy to whip up.
Roll-out brownie cookies sounded perfect. There is a sweet calm in measuring flour--spoon, smooth, dump, spoon, smooth, dump, a reassurance of the dough forming beneath my hands, a small (and very sweet!) satisfaction when seven ingredients come together into heart shaped chocolate perfection.
So no, I didn't get to bed on time. But I made cookies, and felt better for it.