If you had the choice would you do it again, knowing how much it would hurt in the end?

The thing about this project is that it is such a long process, that I don't really think of it as a terminable project. It's like laundry or eating: I feel like I'll to doing this forever and never really get anywhere. This is a bit of a strange perception, given that I can clearly see progress and there is a goal I come ever closer to attaining. Still, it's way too far off to really think about.

That said, I think the reason I'm still at it is because it feels so unattainable. By virtue of being such a lengthy endeavor, I've almost completely focused on the journey. I actually only think about the end when I'm either talking to someone, because people always ask, or when I'm blogging. Interesting.

That said, sometimes it can feel a bit much. Right now, for example, I've been on a serious non-fiction kick (New Yorker, of course, does not help, but I did read this absolutely fascinating piece about drug informants that I'd really like to discuss in-depth with someone).

Recently made cake pops again. May I just say that humidity is not the friend of cake pops?