I miss my old kitchen in the second story of my old victorian house overlooking the neighborhood. Making edible Christmas gifts here seemed so much more festive with everyone else's decorations adding to my own.
I could write so much more on the subject but I am bustinf ourt a few enries before work and have sudden;y run out of time. Well... not suddenly. More like, predictably, since this thing decided to do updates this morning when I didn't have time forthem to be done. Funny how this computer seems to know when to screw me up the best.
I think I shall name it HAL.