I've just set my first batch of sourdough in a warm place to rise. Fingers crossed that tonight I'll be dining on newly baked bread and homemade jam for dinner *g*
ETA: I'm not happy with the way it turned out. I don't think the starter liked it when I transferred it to a bigger bowl a couple of days ago and it's getting harder and harder to maintain a constant temperature in my lame-arse old oven so it came out kind of flat and a little underdone in the middle. I'll give it another go, but maybe not until I'm on holidays in a couple of weeks and can use my sister's really good oven when I'm in the old home town for a few days.- Meh, the flat next door to mine is vacant again and a whole gaggle of giggly girls just came to look at it. The type of girls who'd blare Brittney Spears and Lady Gaga when most people are trying to go to sleep. Hopefully they'll all decided that it's not worth paying $240 a week for what amounts to two rooms and a car park and a quiet little old lady who retires at 8pm on the dot will take it instead.
- My own flat, however, looks like a bomb hit it and I really do need to pull my finger out and do some cleaning. But the cleaning will have to wait until after I've ridden up to Northcote to buy some groceries and such.
- All the new
spn_j2_bigbang fics continue to be a source of joy. I don't read much fic anymore, but these have really got me feeling fannish again.
- I keep leaving my mobile phone at home when I go out and I'm not missing it at all. Does this mean I can possibly live without it?
- Really. Must. Do. Laundry.