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I rather think I'm going to enjoy this working at home thing. It's 2:30, and so far today I've gone to the grocery store, brined a chicken with lemon and garlic for dinner, kneaded a giant batch of challah dough, organized my previously very messy workbench, emailed one of my best friends, cleaned and filled the tank for our new betta, snuggled cats, organized my commissions into a workable system, answered a whole bunch of work-related email, and filled $100 worth of commissions.
Even if I stopped now, it wouldn't be a bad day at all. I won't, though; I'm going to go punch down the challah dough again and do a quick third kneading before I braid it and set it for the final rising, and then I'll go work on another commission for a few hours. And then maybe go to the library before I finish making dinner.
Even if I stopped now, it wouldn't be a bad day at all. I won't, though; I'm going to go punch down the challah dough again and do a quick third kneading before I braid it and set it for the final rising, and then I'll go work on another commission for a few hours. And then maybe go to the library before I finish making dinner.