The Daily Grind (of Bones to Make My Bread)

I smell funny. Or I keep smelling something funny. Which is kind of funny, because I took a shower after finishing the cooking and cleaning this morning, which means that I should only be smelling of shampoo/conditioner/body wash/face cream.

Dinner is pork loin, currently marinating in apple cider flavored with brown sugar, sea salt, thyme, and garlic. It gets a maple syrup/dijon mustard glaze before it goes in the oven. And is currently scheduled to have baked potatoes and mixed vegetables as accompaniments.

Plots have been made regarding costumes for Fanime, and also for a run to the fabric district on Sunday. I've finished the third of eight flowers on the tea tray cover I'm working on (and have been off and on since my mother-in-law gave it to me a year ago).

Feel like I'm in gridlock. Or in limbo. I want to stop feeling like I'm spinning my wheels and start feeling like I'm accomplishing something. Grrr.