No dilly-dallying around on the computer this morning for me. John's pot luck is tomorrow and I have to transform the above cookie chaos into something that looks more like this from last year:
"I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things."
Henry David Thoreau
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