. . .
It is done. I graduated from baking school – with honours. I didn’t even fall off the stage. And for the first time in months, I’ve got time to do stuff. It has been an adjustment; I mostly sit around and make lists of stuff I should do, and then wander aimlessly doing other stuff. On the plus side, I’ve had a lot more time to enjoy all that is 2.0. The other night, for example, he came home from work and cheerfully exclaimed, “there’s a two ton hairball at work! They’re cutting it apart with chainsaws because it’s too heavy to lift!“
(This is why I’ll never be a famous food blogger. You’re not supposed to write about hairballs.)