1. The brunch turned out great. As did the buns. I ended up baking them on Sunday morning because I figured out, after re-reading the recipe, that it wouldn't really be such a big deal. And it wasn't. They were a big hit, and I actually made another two pans worth yesterday because I ended up with two full patches of dough. All in all, I made about 50 cinnamon buns. And so far I've probably consumed 10 of them. That's kind of gross, ain't it?
2. Our fish keep dying. Jimmy is quite bummed about it. We have now gone through about 10 fish. The names of those who have left us: Tressel, Brutus, Cookie, Spotty McDotty, Phil, Ginger Snap, Ringo, and Beanie. All died. We have also said good-bye to Lulu Diamond Fishy and Twin, whom we returned to the pet store because the clerk convinced us they might be murdering all of the other fish. Sloopy went back, too, because he was about to be a Lulu victim. The store people can't figure out what else we could be doing wrong. Our water has been tested many times; it's fine. We keep the temperature set right, we're careful not to overfeed, we change the filter, we buy the "hardiest" fish in the store, we condition the water, we siphon. But even since Lulu's departure -- she was the main instigator, we thought -- three fish have croaked. Now we have two left. Solider -- named such because he often can't figure out how to get out of a hallowed- out rock. Get it? He can't get out of a rock. -- and Betsy. Each time a fish dies, Jimmy gets very sad. He told me yesterday, when Ginger died, that the tank was the "worst birthday present ever." I tend to agree. What a headache.
3. In five days, I'll be running the Detroit Free Press half-marathon. I hope I'm ready. I'm pretty excited. It's a very fun race, and for once, I'm trying to use my selfish athletic pursuits for a good cause. I'm raising money for a charity through Marathon Mission. I really hate asking people for money, and I haven't done a very forceful job of fund-raising. Still, something is better than nothing. And it's been good motivation. I can't really sit on my butt (too much) when I know there is a (small, but who's counting?) pile of checks on my desk from family and friends assuming I am working hard for their donations. Really, though, the training has been almost entirely enjoyable. Running in the fall is lovely. The leaves on the ground, the humidity gone, weather that's not too cold (usually) nor too warm (except the week it was near 90). The long runs, especially, just feel indulgent and refreshing and gratifying. Sure, my hips and feet and back ache afterward, but during the actually run, I feel a sense of peace and accomplishment and deepness of thought that I rarely feel in any other situation. I recommend it whole-heartedly.
4. Should I eat one more cinnamon bun before I drive off for the rest of the day? I mean, what kind of person would I be if I left two nearly full pans alone for 12 hours? It's my duty. I'm up to the challenge.