The other morning I had a scone that changed my life. Really.
I was late going to the airport because I thought I was superwoman and could go to a hot yoga class, drive my brother to school in downtown Seattle, finish packing, and get ready before leaving for SeaTac at 10:00 am. It was 9:37. I had not had coffee yet that morning. I was... not pleased. I went to Hoffman's because I wanted a farewell treat. I bought a honey rosemary scone. It was delightful; the cake was soaked in honey and at the same time savory, riddled with sprigs of fresh rosemary. I then proceeded to spill coffee on my shirt and drop a cake sample on my lap. It was not exactly a smooth travel day. However, the idea of mixing taste genres while baking is now in the forefront of my mind. So, net gain.
I am in
I got in three nights ago at around eleven pm.
I started work at 8 am the next morning.
I successfully unpacked last night.
I also succeeded in forgetting my laptop in Seattle. Minor detail.
Last night I discovered
I am listening to people light off fire works outside. It makes me miss my brothers for some reason.
Tomorrow I am scheduled for eleven hours of work.
I promise I am taking pictures. And getting settled. And will write a legitimate paragraph once I have caught my breath.