I added a couple of tablespoons of cocoa power to today's rye bread. Smells pretty good. I won't slice it until this evening. Meanwhile, a photo is in order. Is this about stripes? Is it a selfie? Or is it just plain goofy? Your call.
Giving my hands a few days' rest. Shuttle-throwing, tablet-weaving, and like pursuits have taken their toll. Reading works well, however. I enjoyed Rebecca Mead's My Life in Middlemarch. But then again, I would, as I'm a devoted George Eliot fan. Preceding link will take you to Joyce Carol Oates's review.