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Bit On The Nose

Man, I remember when a three day weekend would be spent more or less sleeping late, napping in the afternoon, and then going to bed early. Well, no, not really. Sure sounds nice, tho'. Instead, my Labor Day weekend was spent, well, laboring.

Just seems wrong, somehow.

At any rate, the major event of the weekend involved the dreaded triple switch room exchange, with the added difficulty of working over two floors. In brief, we moved Ian's bedroom down the hall to Lisa's office space which was moved downstairs into my office space which was moved upstairs into where Ian's bedroom was. I can't make it any plainer than that.

Oh, and I baked a cake. Chocolate. From scratch. Well, not the icing, since I didn't have an egg separator and that trick with juggling the yolk back and forth between the two halves of the shell is apparently not recommended. Came out pretty tasty, if I do say so myself, and I even learned something: use butter to grease the pans, not vegetable oil. Fortunately, torn layers can be cemented together through the cunning use of icing, which is apparently the super glue of the cake world, if super glue was delicious.

At any rate, the weekend is over, which is good, because now I can go back to work and get some rest.

Reading: Filthy Rich by Brian Azzarello and Victor Santo, and Dark Entries: A John Constantine novel, by Ian Rankin and Werther Dell'Edera. These are two from the Vertigo Crime Series, which appear to be graphic novels that don't look like graphic novels. On the outside they're hardcovers of similar size to regular books, cover art's not comic booky, and so forth, but on the inside they're all prose and pics. Interesting reads. Filthy Rich is pure Mickey Spillane noir, (sex, violence, drug use, etc), and Dark Entries is, well, a Constantine novel (spookiness! detectiveyness!).

Currently My Life in France, by Julia Child. I've just finished Part One, at the end of which she leaves France. This leaves roughly half the book. This seems to be a bit of a cheat.


Why'd you do the giant room juggle? Why wouldn't the yolk separation thingy work? (That seems weird)

We did the big juggle because Ian is getting ready to moved from a toddler bed to a Real Bed. All well and good, but we were concerned his room would be too small. Lisa's old office is of good size, and she wasn't using it that much, so we decided we'd put him in there. And my old office got involved because Lisa already had her piano in there, and we thought it would be good to reunite her interests. Plus I'm no longer sharing my office with her piano, so I'm all good.

As for the yolk separation trick, a number of sources said it's dangerous. How it is dangerous, I'm not sure. Perhaps it angers the Egg God.

Well, we would NOT want to anger the egg god, that is for sure.

Glad all of your moves are over. I hope Ian likes his big boy bed!! It's hard to believe he's getting so big. :-)

Thanks, and we hope so too. He seems to alternate hourly between "Yay! Big boy bed!" and "Noo! Don't want big boy bed! Too scary!"

I'm curious to see which reaction he'll finally settle on, actually.