EEEEEEEE! Google celebrates Conan Doyle's birthday!

The logo has gone Great Detective! *bounces happily*

And, it's been a good weekend for Holmes/HP crossovers -- ellid updated On the Dynamics of an Asteroid ...

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 ...

... and pixychelle's hinted that the next installment of Through the Looking Glass (i.e., the one that should be up within the next twenty minutes) may well feature Holmes!Lupin. *more bouncing*

"Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions..."

Oh, saints and hairpins. If there hadn't been deadlines involved, I would have devoted the day to reading instead of writing, because it was definitely a sweat-blood-through-the-forehead kind of day. That, and I've got a suspicious twinge at the back of my throat that suggests I need to continue choosing sleep over work and correspondence for the time being... (that is, as soon as I finish my current envelope job...).

It was mostly a good day -- I led hymns at second service and finished drafting a poem just now. Still, both the exterior and interior landscapes were on the dreary side, so I spent most of the afternoon in my kitchen, with the Chieftains on the boombox and the oven set at 350 F. The results:

a kale, bacon, and onion quiche. This turned out somewhat "meh," unfortunately -- I didn't remember to buy cream while at the store, so I added a bit more cheese and milk and an extra egg. Using whole-wheat instead of white flour as part of the binder didn't help. It's still edible, though, and I think what I'll do is dab it with sambal and call that breakfast.

brisket and carrots, slow-roasted in a schnapps-mustard marinade. The beef turned out okay, and the carrots -- oh my goodness, did they turn out yummy. I may have to do a second batch tomorrow, they were that good. (I added steamed rice and green beans for dinner.)

an apricot-almond pie (from the Southern Living 1997 annual). I accidentally over-toasted the almonds and had to substitute orange marmalade for the apricot preserves, but it worked out regardless, and I've noshed on two slices so far.

And, when it was time to reheat the roast for dinner, Symphonycast was featuring a program of Mozart piano concerti (23, 6, and 21). Aural champagne, that stuff...