the weekend was breathlessly fun.
for steph's bday party i rolled and rolled truffles. to remember, i made a list on the fridge:
pecan- cocoa/coffee
almond- sugar/ginger
strawberries/confec. sugar- cocoa/confec. sugar
black raspberries- cocoa
dried currants- sugar/cardamom
for an experiment i sprinkled a few of those with white pepper. galen approved.

stephanie ruined my bread by preheating the oven while it was thawing inside. oh well. i already know what i want to adjust in the next batch: mix whole wheat with the bread flour, less yeast, less sugar. if there's time to run to the grocery store i'll pick up some amaranth to roll the dough in, because my bread wants more texture and i love the sound of amaranth. it could be the name of a nation/state from one of the fantasy novels i read when i was little.

on sunday we played foursquare under the hobo bridge in prospect park. it's a better place than most to be terrible at something, and good company for it. i enjoyed watching the foursquare artisans and glowed with my little victories. it was a clear cold day. we all underdressed because we wanted winter to be over and done with already.

i wandered the library a touch:
bleak house- charles dickens
the collected poetry of dorothy parker
the brooklyn follies- paul auster

and did my taxes, though not without a great deal of talking to myself and cursing and one disconsolate phone call to sam regarding school district zones.

work is very dreary this week. a lingering cough and general unwellness make me feel clumsy and slow. i'm less inclined than usual to think the best of everyone, but shit passes and you muddle through. by the time i can smell again it will really feel like spring, and by the first of may i'll be in a place where i can get my feet in the mud. the honeymoon period of my love affair with the city is drawing to a close, to be replaced with either a more mature affection or a gradual dissatisfaction.