I woke up at 6AM and started Swiffer-ing (that’s a verb, right?). I’m not usually an early riser. If I do get up early I make a cup of coffee, read the paper and write. I hate to clean. Something was not right.
Then I took the dog for a walk. I ran into a neighbor coming back from the park with his exhausted little black Scotties. He told me the dogs were winded from chasing squadrons of squirrels gathering nuts.
I came back home and took out the vacuum, then the Windex, then the mop. The laundry followed.
Clearly something was going on.
I went into the pantry and took out a cup of dried chick peas and started soaking them. From the freezer I pulled out a strip of skirt steak to defrost.
I dusted the moldings.
Once the house was clean, out came the flour, sugar, eggs, chocolate and ginger. I started the ovens, got out two bowls and like a crazy person started whipping up cakes: sour cream coffee cake and molasses gingerbread.
I was thinking if I lost power, the cakes didn’t need refrigeration and I could eat off them all week.
It was delicious.
The gingerbread cake was delicious, too.
As I sat eating I realized I was like the squirrels. The low pressure in advance of the storm woke me up and set me in motion. I was nesting, too.