real life

It's headed towards the end of the week and I'm incrementally progressing on getting things done. This week, I managed to get all of my scheduled output online on time instead of derping out and forgetting for a majority of the time.

Tomorrow promises to be bread day(tm) and I'm actually pondering doing a wholemeal run and a whitebread run consecutively because some dough just rises quicker. The problem is - I no longer have proper lining for my proofing baskets. Beloved promised me some new ones, but... I don't think they're going to happen by tomorrow.

I have tea towels. I can improvise. I have promised loaves to people and I should probably do something about that anyway.

Soon, I shall have the stoneground flour necessary to make 100% healthy loaves and then there shall be a discussion regarding the starters and what's happening with them.

There's periodic outbreaks in NSW, but no news about Queensland. I get the feeling that the news is NSW-centric unless something horrible happens anywhere else. More nursing homes are isolating the residents and crossing their fingers. I really need to get my keister in gear with that Polite PPE slideshow for Chaos' school [and anyone who needs it].

It's almost Bus O'Clock. I should perhaps start working on the thing.

I didn't get my coconut milk, yesterday. I was just too darn exhausted to drive to Costco and get it. Beloved could drive me there, but I had to remain conscious for two further hours.

Nope.

I fell the heck to sleep.

After a decent night's rest, I shall be venturing to the shops later on in the day. Costco doesn't open before ten and, now that I can stay awake until the afternoon, I shall do that and go get my

Miss Chaos is fifteen today, and we have cake, noms, and no rules because the world is ending. I'm deliberately avoiding news today because I don't need any more anxiety.

I don't want to learn what additional fucked up shit is happening out in the world. People are filling up their entire card for Apocalypse Bingo. The hell with that noise.

Today is a day to feast and be happy. Therefore, I am not searching out things that make me feel bad.

The Muppet has been in close vicinity to someone who tested positive to the plague. It's in the White House, and of course all residents and staff are tested daily whilst the rest of the nation can't get anywhere near a test. This man is making it incredibly difficult to avoid crowing in joy at his inevitable downfall.

Of fucking course the extremely annoying orange is refusing to wear a mask or stop getting close to people. Yikes. Shades of Typhoid Mary