A. I got up at 7 am on my day off, read for three hours.
B. I stayed up until 2am last night playing WoW, slept in until 2pm.
C. I went to bed before midnight and got up before nine, so as not to throw off my work sleep schedule too much, Responsible Adult that I am.
D. I just confused myself and should not make multiple choice quizes, A and B both being true.
Hah. If you answered D, have a cookie. Yes, after reading and a rousing breakfast of chips and salsa and 1 piece buttered toast I went back to sleep, uh, napped? until 2pm. At some point during "nap", there was snoring involved (me? me! me?!?!?) and I half awoke to something kind of wet and tickley on my nose. I cracked an eyelid and waved an arm, scaring off mostly still feral kittens who had come to investigate strange sounds. I went back to LaLa land, waking to smells of coffee and lunch. Then, it being almost 4pm, figured I had darn well get to work on me wine. I left the plums out to ripen, see, thinking they would need a few more days, but they were almost overdue when I checked them today. Plus I was stalling, because I go back and forth between "ah, what the heck, just give it a whirl", and "omg, this is way too hard". The latter being from reading too much online about yeast starters and sulfites and tablets, oh my. So I tightened my belt- wait, no, it's the weekend, I can be slobby if I want. Tank tops and flip flops will do. Yes, so I jumped in and measured the sugar, mashed them suckers, and poured boiling water over the whole affair.
I did not weigh plums. I sort if measured sugar, and I eyeballed the water, and hopefully all was in the vicinity called for by the recipe: 5 lbs. plums, 3lbs. (cups?) sugar, 1 gallon water. Now it has to cool to room temp, when I will scatter 5 grams yeast (5 tbsp?) over surface, not stirring. Next it sits 2-6 days before I put it in the air lock contraption thingy. Do you just love the specifics here or what?
Hey, at least it gives me something to blog about. :P
Oh man. Update. Nothing with the wine project. Pheonix, my little houdini, opened the screen door and took either Mildred or Mabel on a field trip. I KNOW I wasn't supposed to name them. It was just better than calling them she and her. And I KNOW I still theoretically must find them a home (not this one). But I've been looking for an hour and the one that stayed inside has been crying for her sister and I'm almost going to cry myself and DAMN the little booger and my bleeding stupid heart. :*(
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