*much* calmer. Planning meeting last night went well, if a little tipsy, shaping up to be a lovely roof top wedding. Oodles of glorious coffee with friends and husband, helps keep up with the frenetic pace of life stuff. Much soothing from care team.
But bread. Normally I live on the stuff, I've been told I eat like an ant with the sugar and the pastries and the ever widening sense of self...early morning run took me by the Westons bakery a few streets over. Ran under the vents - yeeesh. Baking bread is supposed to smell good - like home, like heaven, like something that doesn't make you want to get away from your skin. But this was damn nasty. Aversion therapy if ever there was. If I keep running by there in the mornings I figure I'll get all skinny because 1) I'll be running and 2) there's no way I could face a pastry after smelling that. Blech.
Took night off to work on plans for the same sex wedding show booth - won't make another poi class for a few weeks. Looking forward to two weddings in a row at the Arts and Letters club (great venue) and a summer full of love.
So all good. Except bread. Bread bad.
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