The Grapes of Wrath

I began the day making muffins, and ended it drinking wine straight out of the bottle. Sometimes the best laid plans still fail you.

The muffins were wonderful. Banana pistachio walnut made from scratch. Muffins are the only baking endeavor that ends on a positive note for me...because I like to go my own way with cooking and baking is a much more conformist art. So, cookies turn out like sugary weapons, cakes become pancakes and pies...well, they brew over and cover the oven in a gooey mess. Muffins then, are my only friend in the baking realm. And they turned out beautifully...like they do.

I finished a muffin for breakfast, took the dog for a medium walk, and came back to a phone call from my NC friends. Frantic, they were trying to tell me that there is a convict loose in the tiny town where I live. To top that off, it's already a foggy rainy day (usually one of my favorites) but a little dreary crime scene like, and gloom and doom began to descend. I decided to just start cleaning, get my mind off of it and move on with my day. But, somehow, the cattle dog was tipped off by my internal fearfulness, and we proceeded to spend the day with him going off randomly in barking fits (my dog, bless his big heart is so quiet by nature, that this was quite alarming). So, that I put my vacuum down, heart beating, and try to peek down the steps to see if someone is at the door. Looks clear, so I tiptoe down the steps and go around the house half-bent over to make sure no one is around. This happened many times. So, stress level built and built and built.

I got an update call a couple hours ago, and they said he (the convict) had been seen in the town next over. My friend who called said he knew the guy and went to school with him and he was a very nice person. So, aside from the fact that he stole a car and shot an officer, he is a great guy.

This did ease my unease...but I still had wine for supper, straight from the bottle, and really, I think it's better that way.