I wanted to bake the sour cream blueberry bundt cake I've made many times in the past, but couldn't find my Cakes cookbook. I had it for the Russian TV show, because I made the sunshine cupcakes from the book, the soufflés being nixed in favour of a distinctly American dessert, the cupcake. I found it, eventually, and went to flip through it in the living area.

Turns out, Tilly also lurves my Cakes cookbook.

So, the thing about negative thinking is that it can spiral out of control. It feeds on itself. Unlike a perpetual motion machine or anything physical in this world that actually has to confirm to the laws of physics, negative thinking grows bigger and more encompassing the more it is done. When you have a group of people that aren't fact checking, aren't reality confirming, aren't thinking around the problem but just emotionally hanging out in the morass of negative thinking, it is so so so terribly easy to stay in that line of thinking, and fuck-you hate the world.

Which is not to say happy-go-lucky-let's-ignore-reality-in-favor-of-thinking-everything-is-okay positive thinking is great. Indeed not as such thinking is actually detrimental to developing resiliency because it hides checking reality and planning ahead.

Chase has been ill for the last three days. He hasn't eaten since Saturday morning, had a fever Saturday night, and hasn't pooped on his walks since Saturday morning. I offered to take him to the vet today, since I watch him on Monday nights and noticed how he wasn't eating, wasn't pooping, and wasn't *shock* chasing the squirrels. The first vet appointment was at 10, which is also when I have a standing "prior engagement" so I cancelled my attendance and took the dog to the vet.