Coo.

A jumbo just landed at Moffett Field. Which means basically that it passed directly over our garden, very very low and slow. Anyone expecting Obama?

In other news, I'm tired. To the point of being suddenly barely able to function. Most of the last hour, I have just sat and whimpered gently. Which is not so good, when we have guests tonight and I have to prepare. I shall grind on through, but... Yeah. Tired. Did I not sleep last night, or something? (I was better this morning, I finished a short story in a cafe downtown and then shopped for essentials. Basil, mascarpone, spare wine, like that. Chillies. But something in that programme has drained me utterly. *whimpers again*)

Ah, yes. Normal service, resumption of. As you were, chaps.

Heh: I should like to make it clear that I have never done this before, this hosting a pizza party thing. Indeed, I have never made pizza before. I am ... perhaps ever so slightly nervous about it?

Anyway. I made a sauce, for the spreading on the pizza base, as I understand is traditional. And I had a goal in my head, and I went chop-chop, simmer-simmer, whizz-whizz; and took the lid off the whizzer and tasted with my finger and surprised myself utterly by saying, "Excellent - well done, me!" without the hint of a tone of irony in it. I actually meant it as praise, and I am so not accustomed to hearing that from me.

And then in an excess of delight I tipped the sauce into a pretty white bowl and the blade of the whizzer fell out into it and thus caused the Great Red Spot which in a peculiar time-dilation-reversal effect the planet Jupiter has in fact stolen from me, and then I heard myself say "Oh, excellent. Very well done!" and we were back to business as usual, because the level of weary contempt was just immaculate.

In other news, stripping a chicken with Mac is the greatest fun imaginable. He gets little bits of chicken, and I get to play bop-Mac-on-the-nose-with-a-tossed-bit-of-chicken. Which my eye-hand coordination has never been any good, but it's pretty good at that.