The General Lack of Eventfulness is Appreciated.

I don't want to say that I went completely overboard with the shiny, just mostly completely. Almost absolutely. ...I'm resting now. -Ish.

As for the subject line, it is appreciated but making for severe dullness when it comes to writing about stuff. I've been doing things, working on things, trying to stay warm on the cool days and grateful for the occasional surprise warm day that will fade altogether before too much longer. I'm making a combined cranberry and "frozen strawberries that no one else wanted plus an old apple" sauce/jam/jelly/preserves/tasty pretty THING right this very minute, and I'm hearing the cranberries explode occasionally violently from the kitchen. That's much more fun when there's a lid keeping the resulting explosion in the pot.

I am deep into the last season of Star Trek: Voyager, and I can tell that it's the last season because children/pregnancy/maternal instincts are fucking everywhere. But I'll still be a little sad when it's over. ...I'm not sure how sad yet, but we'll see.

Uh, what else. Cassie got a horrible dry, cracked, terrible-looking patch on the top of her nose, but somehow held still long enough for me to get a tiny dab of not-Neosporin on it. She didn't even rub or lick it off, so I wonder if she's got something up her sleeve. Then again I know what that's like and any relief is important.

So. There are those things. Yay for things.