I’m a paper person. A day isn’t complete for me without something achieved on paper. Well, this is not paper but it’s paper-oriented. I made bone broth yesterday, so my first task this morning was to strain it and let it cool (outside) so I can skim off the fat, and—still to do—turn it into soup. My current favourite add-on is orzo. Still to come.

I made six loaves of Amish bread today: 4 small and 2 loaf-pan size—my Christmas baking, so I have something to give neighbours for a Christmas coffee break or teatime. I didn’t do my usual poppy-seed lemon flavour.I I stirred in craisins and walnuts. Last year I began my baking in October. This year my arms and hands are not as strong. I got that message when my arms refused to lift my legs over the ladder rungs in the swimming pool and scraped them up the edges. Now I’m having trouble stirring. I wo’t lose any skin over this. I’ll just have stiff arms.

Sorry to go into such detail. I finished a journal yesterday and I have to find a new one, a Hilroy exercise book if necessary or something pretty (and expensive) made for more deathless thoughts than mine. I’m filling the gap with you.

This isn’t a blog, it’s a blap.