My writing project is keeping me very busy but it seems to be going along just fine. In another few weeks, I'll be done, and then I can return to whining about having nothing to do.
I spent a couple of days this week writing about the house of a prosperous 19th-century silversmith. My husband knew I'd be in for some long nights, so he surprised me with this, from Lyndell's bakery, complete with a greeting from the silversmith himself:
I never have to ask myself why I married this guy....
We ate it with period-appropriate 19th-century sterling forks.