Cookies, indeed.

I'm baking cookies. Yes, I know it's 22:30, so? I've been a wreck most of the day, blowing my nose and enjoying the lovely side-effects of having a cold and a period at the same time (stomach ache + not being able to breathe except with my mouth open like a fucking cow and not being able to smell or taste almost anything), but at some time past 20:00 tonight, I had some sort of a rush, so I yanked this recipe I have for Lemon-and-Cardamon cookies and made the dough. While it was in the fridge I got the kitchen organized and got a few things for my mom, who returned from her work-out class very tired.

I used the adrenalin to cut and peel two carrots and a cucumber for my parents, and at that time it was time for the cookies to go into the oven. I've no idea how they turned out, as I can't taste them nor smell them, but my family seemed happy enough about them, so I think they're fine.

I will be going to take a shower soon (totally need it) and to bed.