Oh my god. Pralines. Not crunchy, not chewy, brown sugar, butter and pecans. Is there a finer sweet?

This is the last of sweets for me for a while. I’ve been feeling rather bovine of late. Too much sugar and a sedentary lifestyle. In a small way, I envy those who look forward to going running or for long mountain-biking trips. I’m constantly fighting sloth. In the past couple of weeks, I daily have been forcing myself to do something my lazy nature fights –put the dishes in the dishwasher rather than leave them to grow fetid in the sink, walk around the neighborhood, pee before it becomes a painful call. Really, it is a problem. Though, liquid iron does help.

I must knit tonight. A chore. A pair of socks long overdue to one who did me a favor. They were such fun at the start, but the love died so quickly despite the lovely yarn in a lovely color. I have forbidden myself to knit anything until I have spent at least an hour working on the sock that is not finished. Sigh. It’s not the only monkey living on my back. There’s an entire barrel of them. Having a party.