So today's the big evaluation. Hopefully I'll be able to forget enough about riding to pass.
Charles has promised cookies to everyone in the world. Cookies for the bartender at Michelle's Bar, cookies for the Chinese lady with the massage parlor next to the shop, who brings the boys fruits we've never seen and pastries with unidentafiable but yummy flavors, cookies for the boys at the shop ... everyone he talks to lately, he's promising cookies. So I made a run to the store today already, and managed to fit the ingredients for six dozen oatmeal raisin cookies into my backpack.
I think I'm going to have to move on to pies, eventually. Or brownies. Maybe even cakes.