I'm not doing much. I watched my dog fall asleep on a pile of tax forms this afternoon. I cut my hair because I was bored, and it didn't turn out very well. It sort of looks like a knight's in a bad 70s movie with very short bangs. All is not lost though, I am now one bread maker richer. No more kneading and waiting for dough to rise for me! I now have a handy little machine to do it. My dad is giving his old one to me because he just bought a new one (for some reason).
One nice thing about staying at my dad's is that I'm always fed good food. Almond butter rolls, rose petal tea, garden vegetables, but best of all his magical mystical soups he concocts. He's teaching me how, but I don't think mine are quite as good.