Well, all three, and sometimes if you’re lucky you hardly know where one leaves off and the other begins because they contribute to each other. Right now I’m doing all three and I’ m tired.

No one has sent me any useful comments for my blog saga. I’m still waiting. Bloggsagga—that’s a nice gooey word.

I’ve begun my Christmas (gift) baking, using an Amish recipe that requjres the starter to develop ,like sourdough, but this one for ten days. So the ten-day puttering is either a quick stir and a good wish or “nothing” —benign but Zip. I always think of my former neighbour, now moved to another city, who gave me the starter. We are related by leaven.

I also started a pasta sauce. I had a lot of fresh but a little tired tomatoes. Yesterday I went to the dentist and bought a rotisserie chicken at a grocery store—a large, daunting place I could not find my way around, so accustomed am I now to delivery. It was nice to have someone else’s cooking and I enjoyed it but now I have more leftovers to contend with. I’ll start a broth tonight. Tomorrow I will make a Chicken-Rice Stir Fry with bok choy et al. And there’ll be some leftover for chicken salad wraps. Beware of spur-of the-moment purchases. There are always consequences.

I’ m still working on my Icelandic newsletter, in English of course. Have to finish it today in time for the formatter to make it look neat and pretty. She’s very good at it. This whole day is one of puttering procrastinating and producing.

You know that rule: Before you do anything you have to do something else.