...come the giant spiders again. I mean really is there no respite from these buggers? I have no issue with spidey being outside, in fact last year there were a bunch of quite sweet ones making their home on the decking.
But do not, I repeat, do not invade my space and expect to survive. Although I hate to I cannot leave them alone, they have to die. Bad karma but I do warn them (don't laugh this works) not to come in the house - some listen but some are stupid. If I don't get them then their fate lies with Little Miss Kittie, who loves nothing better than to chomp on an eight-legged beastie. I'm thinking some are not as tasty as others as she leaves the crumpled body as evidence, mostly though it is a leg or two. Crunchy.
Yesterday I felt elated, the ridiculous elation of someone who has grown tired of being tired. I made crispie cakes, no big deal, takes about 10 minutes maximum, more if I have to fend off hungry Hobbits. But for me it is a big deal now. I fight against this thing, this malaise, even though - to be honest - I'd rather never return to work in that place.
I fight against it to get the strength to break free, to follow what I want to do. This can only make me stronger as has all the other crap I've dealt with over the past few years. I look on it like this and it doesn't seem so bad anymore.
Now if I get back to regular banana bread making (example below) I will have achieved something and Hobbits will be ecstatic.