I’ve been thinking thoughts of lemon & poppy seed cakes since early summer. Since May, even, I think. Dropping hints occasionally when Adrian has said he feels like baking. (He always ends up baking either mud cake or chocolate chip cookies.) And I still haven’t done anything about it myself. A basic cake batter takes, what, fifteen minutes? Twenty? It’s nothing. But I just haven’t been able to muster the energy it takes to start even this humble project. Starting things is hard.

Until now. I feel inordinately pleased by this small accomplishment.