Relative Something

How sweet it is. Even though I had been duly warned, there were several instances yesterday when more than the recommended number of cookies found their way into my mouth. Cyndie was a machine of efficiency, cranking out non-stop cookie magic.

She accomplished a heroic achievement. According to the television advertisements I saw during NFL games, I should reward her with a car, diamond jewelry, and expensive perfume for Christmas. Or beer. Or bundled insurance.

By the end of the day, Cyndie needed to get off her feet to control swelling in her ankle. That didn’t stop her from continuing to work on her holiday treats.

She wrapped homemade caramels while watching an episode of “All Creatures Great and Small” on her laptop.

Julian and Elysa stopped by and did their part to reduce the overload by taking home a platter of cookies each. While Julian was here, we tried tinkering with the software for our driveway surveillance camera. We made some progress so that it seemed to be working to ping my phone when a vehicle arrived.

Unfortunately, it also began pinging me even when there was no vehicle. The camera that cried wolf.

I will need to spend a lot more time tweaking the software settings, of which there are many, including a numerical adjustment of the sensitivity.

It will give me something to do while I’m continuing to taste-test Cyndie’s baking results.

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