There is something about emerging from the darkness of semi-inexplicable sadness that kicks the productivity in me into high gear. The best way to see light again is … when it's in the back of the oven, as the oven fan whirs away. Listening to insanely loud music (impossible if M had not prompted the idea of speakers…), jumping around the kitchen managing the process of baking four kinds of cookies (for now) in a total scheme of baking eight kinds. Two are finished and packed away; the third is baking, and the fourth awaits its turn in the oven. Will I have the fortitude to tackle the other four tonight?