Cleanliness Is Godliness

So Ben's parents are coming over at some point this weekend to drop off an armoire, and I have thus spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning the past few days - up to and including getting on hands and knees to scrub shit. I've also spent some time working on schoolwork, but that's neither here nor there, really.

Earlier this week I made beef stock with a bunch of bones we got from the DeKalb Farmer's Market (which was awesome, because the guy literally grabbed some cow femurs and took a bandsaw to them for me). After it cooks a few days you strain it into bowls and refrigerate it so that the fat all comes to the top and solidifies, and then you skim it off and do whatever you want with the stock. I was reminded forcibly of Fight Club as I did this yesterday - something about rendering fat, skimming it off the top, and glycerin (didn't help that the stock, when cold, has the consistency of jello). Regardless, I now have a lot of really good stock and a lot of free space in the fridge thanks to the cleaning required to fit two huge bowls in it, so I feel it was worth the grossness of dealing with the stuff.

In less gross news, writing night last night was actually very productive. Michelle and I managed to sit down and hash out a rough, working timeline for the entirety of my story, which is a feat I had until then despaired of accomplishing. Looks like the whole arc of the main plot will encompass about eight years, which is about what I expected (although Michelle kept saying 'everything happens so much faster than I thought').

Also, considering tattoos and where to put them. SRS BSNS.