there was just cake. and strong coffee. two layers of deep dark chocolate cake, shot through with espresso, bittersweet chocolate and a good dose of cocoa. and billowy clouds of whipped cream, no sugar, no bourbon, no vanilla, no fuss. just cream. because sometimes it's important to realize joy can spark and flare on any day. additionally, seeing a snowy dome of cake in the refrigerator is great for morale.
soon the Work For School will be *done*! (then there will have to be another, more ridiculous, cake.) but as it happens i am on to the lovely part which is composing the written portfolio. upon recommendation of the department head i will hand in this sheaf of my deepest bone-words in conjunction with some images and that of course has caused all kinds of panic. panic like
"i havent' done this in years, what if i fail?"
"remember staying up until all hours of the night in witless exhaustion doing something similar for similar reasons in a similarly educational themed institution?"
"what if they hate it?"
"what if they hate me?"
"what if it's no good?!"
&c.
so i am trying to stay myself against that barrage of uselessness. so far so good. and also! some collecting of material to line the nest, which is the part i like best.
{and by the way, if you require some moved-to-tears photographs with regards to feather lining the nest, look no further!}
some fodder:
soon, soon, it will be over. or at least ready.
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