OK. The bread pudding is in the oven. I make it with egg nog, and blend it so it’s a pudding and not just a casserole of French toast, and then add dried cranberries and pistachios. #baking

How you feel about what you’re not doing is as important as how you feel about what you do. #life #success

Happy Make Cutout Snowflakes Day

Patience is the most important trait you can learn. #life #success

Yes, the cats were waiting for me on the deck when I came down this morning. It’s freezing out. I figure it’s warmer near the deck door. #cat

Good morning. It’s never too late to be grateful. Time for the ceremonial coffee.

Do you listen to your own advice?

Still a great song. youtu.be/f0bdLdTJd… #music

Plan for tomorrow: — iOS — reading — free-writing — baking — Python — play games

OK. The bread is out of the oven. Tomorrow I make bread pudding. #baking

The house smells like bread baking. I wonder why… Oh, right! #baking

“Life is a lie they told you to keep you from going outside.” #writing

Anyone doing anything nefarious today?

Despite what people may think, being a genius doesn’t mean you know everything. #life

Observed: why do guys apologize after belching only to belch again? They wouldn’t belch if they were truly sorry. It’s very disingenuous. If you feel comfortable lying about belching, what else would you lie about? #life #failure

What is the probability that statistics would not exist were it not for sport betting and games? #statistics #probability

What books did you get? Are they worth reading? I got “Math with Bad Drawings”. Yup, it is. #books

Did you get any games this holiday? What did you get? Is it worth playing? #game

The point of science isn’t to give you the right answer. It’s to give you a better answer than the one you made up. #life #science

I watched someone solve a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle yesterday. I don’t get how they do it. It must be my aphantasia.

“I have a smile for you. I tore it off a homeless woman.” #writing #throwawayline

Definition #3 is interesting… #writing

“She sniffled the snot up her nose. ‘Mommy, where does Santa come from?’ ‘The North Pole, dear.’ The red-nosed child thought a moment. ‘So, if Santa is nice, does that mean there is an evil Santa that comes from the South Pole? What happens when they meet?’” #writing

I haven’t written anything this month. Writing 100K words in November was stressful. But now, I’m feeling the itch. Come January, I want to edit and push out my short story collection, “The Man With All the Cards”, as a freebie. It’s too experimental to be a book. #writing