9:38 a.m.

All ready to bake a batch of bread on this rainy day perfect for having the oven heat the house a little — got the kneading machine ready, the yeast out, the vegetable water warmed up, the sunflower and sesame seeds on the table — open up the 10 kg bag of organic flour I bought at the food co-operative in the city yesterday, and notice how white its contents look. ARGGGGHHH! I grabbed a bag of unbleached flour instead of whole wheat!

Well that’s it. I’ve stomped my foot in righteous indignation at my own careless blindness, and left the kitchen. I’m going for a walk.

1:50 p.m.

I’m back, after a trip to town for Robin Hood flour (oog! full of god-knows-what chemicals and such), a gas fill, a recycling drop, and a mosquito-plagued walk through the graveyard in town. The dough’s a’risin’ and my tummy’s feeling plump and satisfied with the two chicken bunwiches I just ate while strolling around the yard with Farmboy. I didn’t take a jacket and the wind is cold, so he carried on and here I am.

Almost 2 p.m.
Maybe I will do some work today?

xoxo
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