I'm glad you can't see the scary state of my kitchen (and house, really) at the moment. We're in that stage of "home improvement" when all rooms feel and look so much worse than when we first started. A week of cool and drizzly weather, coupled with the first unwelcome illness of the season, made me slow down my work for a bit, leaving paint cans and brushes sitting around, walls half painted, stuff moved out and temporarily parked elsewhere - including our bed, which Tom and I are serendipitously finding we like so much more turned 90 degrees to how it was before. The kitchen is in even worse shape, but still - as I realized last night, while trying to figure out where my 5 kilo supply of flour had gone - I've been baking up a storm. Yes, it's baking season again!