I woke up with the grumps this morning, not an unusual occurrence. No reason why, no easy way out. My friend B. has an excellent question she often asks me that I have taken to asking myself in any and all difficult/stressful/vaguely annoying situations: What do you need?
I like it because it gets me out of navel fluff gazing rumination and blaming and worry, and into thinking about solutions, here and now next-step needs. Gives me back a sense of autonomy I suppose, however illusory. And who doesn't like the odd sense of autonomy now and then? So I asked myself what I needed, and what I needed was to feel less like the walls were closing in faster than I could push them back out, and one way I thought I could achieve that is to have some time alone, and get some order back into the house, and eat cake.
Not really about the cake, but? It could never be wrong.
When the family went out kayaking for the afternoon (Warren got one for Christmas, lucks) I stayed behind, did some dishes, folded washing, and made my cake. Madeira is a favourite because it is easy and doesn't need icing and tastes better than the sum of its parts. If you don't burn it, which I a little bit did, and a little bit made a second one so we could still have cake.