Yesterday, acknowledging that my family was HEAVILY into the bread I baked [because butt, possibly], I set out to make more bread so we'd actually have some for the week.
I actually baked it on the same day I mixed it. Let me tell you. Sourdough is S-L-O-W. I perfected a mixing method much like a cat making itself comfortable, and it turned out amazingly.
I should have given it four folds, but it still turned out well. I also should have put more flour on my cloths :P Yet I managed anyway.
Today... I am staying off the news and cocooning as much as I can. It's not that I don't care. I care so much my heart hurts. It's just... too much for me to bear at the moment. Twenty-four hours with minimal contact with the horrible news that's happening out there.
I'll be back onto my usual SJW bullshit tomorrow.
Today, I need a hot bubblebath and a pillow fort.
Thank you for understanding.