Finally, Donuts.

A doughnut (IPA: /ˈdoʊnət, ˈdoʊˌnʌt/) (slang "donut") is a sweet, deep-fried piece of dough or batter. The two most common types are the torus-shaped ring doughnut and the filled doughnut, a flattened sphere injected with jam, jelly, cream, custard, or other sweet filling. A small spherical piece of dough, originally made from the middle of a ring doughnut, may be cooked as a doughnut hole.Baked doughnuts are a variation that is baked in an oven instead of being deep fried.

I have lately been experiencing an unaccountable craving for donuts.  In fact, my depth of donut desire has gone so far as to have recently caused me to dream about eating cinnamon sugar covered donuts by a fountain (no, the fountain isn't important).  Because my husband loves me, and loves to spoil me, and was sick of hearing about how much I wanted donuts, last night he took me out to find donuts.  We went on a wild goose chase around San Antonio, burning several gallons of gas, trying to find a home-grown, mom-and-pop donut shop.  Finally, we gave up and settled for Krispy Kreme.  Consequently, in the space of the last 24 hours, I have single-handedly eaten 4 and a half donuts.  Two original glazed, one sugar covered, and 1.5 chocolate cake donuts.  The Man helped a little bit.

Now the question is, do I feel guilty? NO!  Because I have to say that donuts are a beautiful thing.  Admittedly, I recognized last night that what I was craving wasn't so much donuts as Gibsons (our local Memphian donut shop that sold half a dozen for a dollar after 11pm) and everything Gibsons entailed (it's an experience more than anything), but the important thing is that my donut objective has been reached and I can now go into remission until next month, by which point I may be able to make it to the end of April and thereby actually eat real donuts at Gibsons.

L.M. Montgomery wrote in Emily Climbs that one cannot stay angry while eating donuts, and indeed, I propose that donuts solve a variety of emotional ailments, anything from heart breaking depression to post college ennui.  So here's to donuts.  

I believe.

The Million Dollar Question

We called the Man's family yesterday, and after he had finished telling his little brother about all the cool things he's getting to do (like throwing grenades and running obstacle courses), Little Brother said, "What's M doing all day? Reading and watching TV?"  ...  Well, he was pretty close.  So for all those people who are wondering what I'm doing while the Man is out learning how to save the world, here you go.  

First off, every morning I wake up and drink a lot of coffee to get me going: 

Then I might go for a run in these most excellent of running shoes:

Most days I do the piles and piles of dishes that our very large kitchen produces:

And some days I borrow the Man's flip-flops and go downstairs to do laundry:

Other than that, I read (thinking hard about the important subject matter of my books):

I "work" on my computer (facebook, email, phone calls through skype, the occasional blog, and, if I'm feeling really productive, actual editing or writing):

And if the Man is still not back sometimes this happens:

On the whole, it's not a bad life.  Especially when I have days that bring me flowers:

or postcards from far away countries:

Cool, eh?