I baked a cake in my stovetop oven. I owe you a photo of my oven, which someone referred to today as the space missile. The cake turned out perfectly, which totally surprised me.
The day after tomorrow I leave for a week to a) finish my book and b) rest. I don't know if I'll make it through a week. I'm already doubting myself, going, but I know I really need it.
I'm ignoring the rest of the housework tonight after a day of baking and games and snacks and a wee bit of babysitting. Ignoring ignoring, tra la la...