Friday, Friday

It's Friday. Friday! The gateway to the weekend has almost come to its natural end once again. Thanks to some very helpful coincidences, a free weekend looms, and the question becomes what on Earth to do with it all. What? What? There is a big pile of waiting correspondence, from long-neglected friends to respond to, and the associated guilt is building. However, there is also a nice pile of books waiting, which will be nicely relaxing, and another pile of student files to be updated.

On the other hand, it is time to take a turn at the cooking and in contending with the Cursed Kitchen. Yes, our kitchen is cursed, or haunted, and fights back. Nothing ever goes right. Things beep and shriek, there are thousands of fans, and it might be that there will be an earthquake the next time I go near it. There is a curse. Perhaps a donkey was pulled against its will across this valley back in the olden days, and it decided to put a hex on that spot as an arbitrary retribution? Or maybe the aliens left an odd radioactivity residue when they left the coal under the hill? Or maybe the configuration of the building aligns with one of the pyramids of Egypt and channels some abstract stream of occult energy.

Is this interesting? Does it have to be? Expect something else next time, as another episode of 'The Man From UNCLE' has been watched, and some more John Dickson Carr novels are in the works. It is definitely impossible mystery season in the reading room of the Quirky Muffin. There's nothing quite so puzzly and satisfying as a locked room mystery. Ack, 'The Chinese Orange Mystery' is still queued up for it's blog post. Will it make any sense? Will we get to it while we remember what happened?

The Cursed Kitchen awaits. Please send positive mental assistance.

O.