On Kisthene's dreadful plain...

I think the kittens are not the Graeae but another set of sisters entirely. Little red-faced kitty crawled across the whole living room last night, so I think she must be Euryale (far-roaming). That would make the loud white-faced kitty Stheno (forceful), and the quiet grey one Medusa.

Bread of DOOM

So I ended up with a bag of bruised apricots after the camping trip, and I decided I should make apricot bread. I ran to the store for flour and such, but forgot to get new yeast. When I finally started to make the bread, I discovered that my yeast was, as I had suspected, a) expired, and b) nearly gone anyway. It was now nearly 9 PM and just starting to rain, but I wanted the bread, dammit, so I dragged the boy off Wolfenstein and hustled to the car.

As we got to the store, it was thunder-hailing. We hustled into the store, intent on grabbing the yeast and getting the hell out of Dodge. Only to be greeted by HEB staff dragging everyone into meat lockers, because there was a tornado warning. So I spent fifteen minutes in the deli cooler texting matociquala while awaiting my doom.

The doom was postponed, and they finally let us go. This had better be some really good bread.