Sweet life

Today I felt happier than I have in I don't know how long. I was buoyant, and couldn't stop smiling. Everyone I spoke with noticed, and most said that if two weeks away from regular life did that to me, they want a vacation right now. It's more than the two weeks away, though: it's also feeling so well-married, along with getting back my creative spark. It's just permeating everything I do. Right now, though, I'm sitting on my couch, bird on my shoulder and cat at my feet, nose buried in my laptop because I just made the frosting for a German's sweet chocolate cake. The three cake layers are cooling on their racks, and the frosting is also cooling, but it beckons from the saucepan. I adore that frosting, cake or no cake, and am liable to consume it by the spoonful if I'm left unminded. The hunky scientist has gone to the gym, so I'm vulnerable to the pecan-laden, coconut-caramel come-hithers issuing from the kitchen. I practically have to lash myself to a mast and stopper up my ears. Soon my husband will be home and we'll consider dinner. He'll take over the cake construction (it's for one of the guys who reports to him at work), and then I'll be free of the frosting temptation.