This week is supposed to be a big push at work before the bossman goes on vacation for 6-8 weeks. But he's been threatening this vacation for more than a month now, so I'm not holding my breath. I will be gratefully going down to 1 day a week when (IF) that happens, right now I'm at 3-4. The paycheck is nice. The brain is tired. The projects suffer.
My sourdough bread this weekend was made of fail. It was delicious in flavor, and golden in crust, but completely uncooked in the middle, and made of lead. So, now I have a doorstop of mostly-cooked bread I need to find something creative to do with. Very thin slices oven-toasted may be redeemable, but it's hard to take that for lunch. I've extended the sourdough to try again.
My onion baked potatoes were at least delicious, and the sausage gravy with biscuits, and the breakfast I made on Saturday was amazing. I miss fresh greens already. It's definitely winter.
Must be lunchtime, I'm drooling on my keyboard.