Not a very nice weather-day for Good Friday. It's cold and blustery, though the freezing rain has stopped. But those conditions made for an unhappy conclusion for tens of thousands of people in Ontario who have had no electricity, and I am exceedingly grateful that we haven't been affected. Glad too that one of the daily newspapers we have delivered published today. Our oatmeal cereal breakfast went well with the papers though the news abroad does leave something to be desired in the good-cheer category.

When Irving did the food shopping yesterday he brought home a turkey breast and a tin of pumpkin puree. His favourite holiday combination. So turkey breast it is today, for a change, and the pie has been baked; decided to put pecan halves on top for a bit of crunch. My dear husband spoke wistfully of the miniature challahs I used to make when the children would come over for dinner.

I prepared a plain bread dough earlier for pizza tomorrow night, then set about making a bread dough suitable for what my husband yearned for. It, though, had a milk base, with butter and eggs and a little bit of honey. I used half of it to put together four little braided breads, since there's only two of us this time around, and sprinkled them lightly with poppyseed. I'll use the remainder of that dough some time during the week to bake sweet rolls with, that will please my beloved.

He's been downstairs for hours labouring contentedly in his workshop, producing mouldings that he planned to install, and soon will. He's never happier than when he's working with wood, making something.

Meanwhile, while the dough was raising and a pot of chicken soup was steaming away, I decided to give little Jack and Jill haircuts. They're thrilled to have my attention; not so much for that purpose, but they behaved well enough, enabling me to snip away and groom them. I'm hoping that by the next time haircuts come around, Jackie will have gained a little more weight. He's able to eat far more than previously, with the use of the newly-introduced kibble specifically meant for gastric upsets. And there have been no more meal refusals and a hangdog-looking little dog.

We'll wait awhile yet before embarking on our ravine walk. The  temperature has risen somewhat, but it's damp and the wind is expected to pick up by late afternoon, and we're being warned that more snow, albeit not much, is on the way.