All ur boxes r belong to boiz

You may think yourselves spared. I was on the very verge, the very verge of beginning another day of oy-I-have-to-wait-in-for-a-delivery-oh-how-I-hate-this-as-you-know-Bob, when there was a knock on the door, and there was a very obliging delivery-person, checking the address and my presence before he blocked the road with his giant delivery truck.

And then he delivered all the boxes. All of them. Which greatly obliged the boys, because, y'know. Boxes.

Even in their flat-pack form, they are good. They are many! They make towers! The stacks are good for sharpening claws on! They are bound up with String!

So, yup. Exciting explorations are going on, forts and territories are being claimed and declared, ambushes are happening.

So I don't get to tell you about my long and sleepless night, the hours I spent reading in my Kindle ("just one more chapter", and how long has it been since I read in bed like that? And that is at least partly the device. I don't know if anyone's done a study to see if people actually read e-books differently - outside of the convenience factors, I mean - but I think it's there to be done. I know that shifting from typewriter to computer changed the way I wrote, and I suspect the same is true, that there's a shift in the reader's relationship to the text).

Anyway. I was all prepared for a day at home, and no. I am about to leave the boys to play among their boxes, and go do normal workstuffs. Then I shall come home and cut String, and there will be a mass expansion.

Spermatozoa and fungal growths...

...are my supper tonight. Soft cod's roes and mushrooms, in other words, fried in butter and served on toast. Perhaps with a little smoked bacon for extra salty crunchy smoky goodness. Just a simple meal - but how often do you see soft cod's roes, these days? They were an occasional feature of my childhood, and I adored them then as I adore them now - but I think this is the second time this decade that I've been able to buy them fresh. It might even be the last time in my life. *eyes California suspiciously*

In other news, I have packed my first box of cookery books. Now I'm going to label it conscientiously, Indian Cookery #1, as a sign of the New and Organised Me. I am full of good resolution and hopeful circumstance. Yesterday I may have been crushingly depressed; today I am cautiously excited. Not exactly coming over all Peter Pan, but marriage will be an awfully big adventure. And America is another country; they do things differently there. Etc. (And I am going to learn to make charcuterie, which they call salumi.)