Cooking pancakes again

It is funny how the smallest routines end up holding the whole week together. The recipe is simple, the trick is to be patient with it.

A friend recommended it years ago and I finally got around to it. I still have a few pages left to read, so maybe more on this later. I took the long way back, past the old houses near the water.

Most of the afternoon went by without me noticing. If you have a favourite version of this, I would love to hear about it someday. There is a bakery on the corner that opens before sunrise, and I have become a regular. It reminded me how much I enjoy doing one thing at a time.

By the evening the light was soft and everything looked a little kinder. The first attempt was a small disaster, the second one was surprisingly good. I did not plan much this time, and it turned out to be the best part. I am trying to write here more often, even if the posts are short.

The weather changed three times before noon, which is normal around here. Nothing dramatic happened, but I came home in a much better mood. Sometimes the best plan is to leave the phone at home and walk.