I didn’t get out of bed until 9:30 this morning. When I did, I bypassed coffee and breakfast, and instead headed downstairs to clean the kitchen. I scrubbed every nook and cranny, polished every surface until it gleamed, and spent 45 minutes on my hands and knees until the floor was so clean you could, as the saying goes, eat off of it. I do this from time to time, get this drive to purge and scour, make everything as fresh and shiny as the day we moved in, and though I am now so tired that my bones ache and my right hand is so cramped that it’s painful to type this, I feel lighter.

homemade butter

The sun is shining outside, for the moment. I showered and dressed and then I made butter, and to my delight I think I’ve finally nailed it. I promise I’ll tell you all about it soon, but now, I’ve got some cooking to do.

To those of you in the States, have a safe and happy holiday weekend, and I’ll catch up with all of you next week. And thank you, so very much, for your kind and encouraging words.

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