This morning found me up with the sun shortly after 6 (or so I assume,) traipsing down a rural road, putting on a dance recital for a cluster of big, spotted cows. The Irish river dancing frightened them back from the fence a ways, however they appreciated the ballet, fine connoisseurs they are.

I’m adjusting well to life sans wristwatches, alarm clocks, mirrors, and constricting self consciousness. Our little adventure is finally beginning to find it’s leg, and it’s pirouettes aren’t lookin’ too shabby.

^ Another round of sandwiches. Meh.

^MACARONI AND CHEESE! Yippie! The stove, the stove!

More adventures in cooking:
^ Yeeeeah, the mac and cheese money shot. It wasn’t very tasty, but after a long series of cold food & dry goods, it was manna from heaven.

^ Designated dish washer.

^ Our first cup of home brewed coffee. I’ve never tasted worse.

^ Eric mistook the instant coffee in the cupboard for coffee grounds.

^ And then he melted off part of the handle. We have yet to try again. I sit here updating the blog from stolen library wifi, with a double shot latte acquired down the street. 😉

-K