Three beautiful things from the past week:

1. I’ve spent the past two nights up through the wee hours working on some editing/proofreading. At 3 a.m. or thereabouts, certain birds wake up and start calling to one another.

2. I arrive home from today’s farmers’ market (fewer veggies left when you arrive at the end, but I still brought home cake and gelato, as well as some healthier items) tired and crabby (probably from #1 above). I lie down in bed with the cats and sleep for an hour and awake feeling sooooo much better.

3. Charles arrives at the pub on Sunday more than 90 minutes after his wedding shower was due to start. (Apparently his fiancée had a tough time keeping him on a schedule without giving away why she was hurrying him along and wisely opted for surprise over punctuality.) You can tell from the adorable look on his face when he crests the stairs that he totally was not expecting to find a room full of his friends awaiting him.

Let’s say you’re going to make custard as a midnight snack.

Let’s say you’re going to use Bird’s instant powder.

Let’s say you’re going to opt for a snack-sized bowl (so as to save on the washing up).

Let’s say you’re going to adjust the Bird’s recipe to account for the fact that you don’t have quite two cups of milk in the older container and don’t feel like opening the new one.

Let’s say you’re going to think this is just as well because aforementioned bowl does not hold two cups of milk.

Let’s say you know to be aware of this problem because you’ve made instant custard in a too small bowl before.

Let’s say you’re going to have a very big mess to clean up and very little pudding left in your snack-sized bowl to eat.

Let’s say you’re a bit of an idiot.