And before I could put it IN the fridge one of my cats got up on the counter and knocked it off. Flipped about 3 1/2 pounds of beautiful cheesecake on the damned floor, upside down. Bent my damned springform pan even.
Christ, I swear I can't win some days. I just can't. So what was supposed to be a day devoted purely to writing (okay and laundry, but that's not a big deal), I will now have to cut up with trip to the store and another baking session.
I give up.