I’m not kidding. I just pinched myself to make sure I was awake. I am not believing this day. Don’t get me wrong, I am still breathing (sort of), I’m not homeless and I have running water. Golden. Still have my day job. Double Gold. As for the rest of today, I wouldn’t give you a penny for it. Rather than be Debbie Downer, I’m going to practice my graphic arts (right). These are photos of the baking I’ve been doing for the last nine – yes, nine hours since I came home from my real job. And it’s back up at 5:30 to go at it again. I’M NOT COMPLAINING. But I am worried because the challenged house helper tried to kill Cooper, my sister is having chest pains after having had a heart attack in December, and all sorts of other explosive situations are … exploding. So I’ll post pictures while the sourdough cools and then … tomorrow is another day, thank God!