I love this day

It's all chilly and cloudy today in Stumptown. Feels like fall. I LOVE this day. No sweat on the bike ride, and a cool house to go home to this evening.

The only problem with this day is the disparity between what I'm doing and what I'd like to be doing, to wit: pulling a bunch of procurement data for an enterprise survey, versus cozying up with a cup of coffee and Chapter 38.

The procurement data has direct and indirect material costs and has to do with earning my living.

Chapter 38 has a small pleasure barge, a barge-pole, and the sheltering boughs of a weeping willow.

So you can see why I feel torn.

What, now?

Mo's Bacon Bar from Vosges Haut Chocolat: Applewood smoked bacon, alderwood smoked salt, 49% deep milk chocolate. I am eating a piece of one now.

It's...kind of gross, frankly. I love salt-and-chocolate combinations, but this is a one-time-only moment of whimsy. I was bored.

Is bacon-laced chocolate a sign of the decline and fall of human civilization?

Doo doo doo lookin' at my back door

I rode Eleanor O home from work and groceries today, rolled her into her lock-up spot in the back yard, lifted the basket of groceries off her handlebars, and came into the kitchen via my new back door.

I've lived in this house a VERY LONG TIME and have never really been able to come and go by the back door. I can hardly believe what a difference that change makes.

( And it looks cute, too. )