I’ve taken to waking up about five in the morning – fairly easy to do once you are no longer being sucked into late night movies. I like it when the house is quiet. Of course, right now, Shane starting barking; that dog is psychic. Anyway, I usually get up, get a cure, sit down and scan the weather and news sites.

This morning I pretended I was wearing a blindfold in the kitchen because when I first walked in I saw the collateral damage from Someone making a late night cheesecake for her brother’s birthday today. Before I made myself ignore everything, I noticed big splats of beige stuff in the area of an abandoned mixer. I don’t know, maybe Shane just saw it too – I did the the light on.

Let me be specific as to the important fact: There is no counter space on which to make a foldover.

Actually, it kind of makes me wish we had a ceiling fan in our narrow kitchen . . . who knows what art could have been created.