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truepennyToday has not been one of my better days. Depressed, disheartened, misanthropic. And my uterus decided that what would be REALLY FUN tonight would be unscheduled, unannounced, and copious menstrual flow (for certain values of "copious" which I realize are a mere nothing to some women). However. I did exercise. And I paid the quarterly taxes--which did not exactly help with the disheartened and misanthropic part. (Dear Federal Gummint: LIVIN IN THE FUTURE, UR DOIN IT RONG.)
On the unambiguously plus side, the experimental bread (two cups rye flour, two cups whole wheat flour, two cups and change white flour) has turned out rather shockingly tasty. Hopefully, it will turn out to be good sandwich bread also, and then I only have to work out how I think I'm going to store three different kinds of flour, plus oats.
And now I have 1,000 words of wolves to write. As the man in Ngaio Marsh says, Excelsi-bloody-or.
On the unambiguously plus side, the experimental bread (two cups rye flour, two cups whole wheat flour, two cups and change white flour) has turned out rather shockingly tasty. Hopefully, it will turn out to be good sandwich bread also, and then I only have to work out how I think I'm going to store three different kinds of flour, plus oats.
And now I have 1,000 words of wolves to write. As the man in Ngaio Marsh says, Excelsi-bloody-or.
