...I feel like I should be wishing people a Happy Tax Day, but that isn't today this year.

Some of you may have known

Today, I baked bread. ^__^ One loaf of wheaten bran bread, one of a rye-buckwheat country pumpernickel, and two of very, very complicated Russian black bread that's almost as good (but still different from) the bread I remember from Sankt-Peterburg. That's all. Nothing earth-shattering. Just a free day, and a plan to bake, and a few hours of effort, and I have product that I'd have to pay $25-30 US for at market (assuming I could find a market here that would actually >make< these, especially the black bread). ^__^ moderately #happy

Liz

An invitation! ^__^

So, my weekly Exalted trpg game is having to end

In response to Khadija's question about the moment that pushed each of us into coming out I typed up a nice response, took a good look at it, and decided that it was a bit too long

In an IRL conversation and then in another with Sarah Lynn Morgan, I got to thinking about names, and how important it is to a person to be called by a name they've internalized.

Really, really bad poetry for my really, really bad day