Things are not too busy over here. I know, but meanwhile in real life I am very busy picking cocktail bites from a silvery platter of burnout. I apparently can't seem to both plan posts and actually post them, just either way, but here's a little bit of almost right here right now - Eddi came home after a long stay in Iran and now I am having these iranian cookies wiht my evening tea - a taste of honey, pistachio and cardamom with rose and orange water, kind of like something very sweet and buttery would be drenched in perfume. But they are strangely good. I am about to assemble yet another Råskog cart for our home . Best little cart ever. But in order for that to go smoothly I had to switch my tea to something a bit stronger. Karen Dalton is the soundtrack for that. And outside the November sky is infinite. (I have been thinking of buying a telescope for some time now. That, and a theremin. And then I'd sit at home with my wine and stare out into the void and play some ee
