A solidly nothingly day today. I puttered till I got hungry. Boiled seven eggs... so I could stash some away in the fridge for the boys. Then I did yoga. And I smelled popping corn. Not only smelled, I heard loud poppings too. Now there was no one else in the apartment. So I should have been scared, but I was excited. I used to love popcorn. Then crashing down, I realized I was popping eggs, not corn. And that is not a positive thing. I tried half of one, and spat it out.  I threw seven burnt and imploded eggs away. I put three more eggs in the pot and covered them in fresh water. This time I set a timer. By now my hunger had slunk, sulking away. So I turned the burner off and let the eggs sit till the hunger had got over itself.

Listening to: Neil Gaiman read poems and Amanda Palmer sing love ditties to houses and him.