I’m moving slowly and heavily through the day. The weather is playing havoc with my body and my mind. I am familiar with this game so I know the moves well. First one foot, then the other and so on. I am moving slowly but still making progress.
It rained all day yesterday. But it was one of those comforting days you felt cocooned in the house and what you were doing. The sound of rain falling was a soothing backdrop. It surrounded me with its music.
Today started off well enough with the sun lighting up my office in the early hours. Oh, nice! I breathed, ready for the day. I went to put the tea kettle on. By the time I came back, it had clouded over. And so it stayed for the morning.
You have to play the
hand day you’re dealt. This is where routines and rituals came to my aide. They help push me through the day. So I hurt and my head is all fogged up. I’m not scheduled to do brain surgery today. I have paid all my bills online yesterday. Whew! But I still need to eat.
I’ve been baking bread using the same recipe for the four years. I know it by heart. On a day like today, I decide to check it just to be safe. Better be sure then sorry that I goofed on the salt or the yeast. Nothing worse than six loaves of salty and/or leaden bread staring at you, fresh from the oven.
Even then, I still thought as I went along. Was that number 5 or 6 cups of flour? How much honey did I put in just now? I had to put a stop to my defective thoughts. I needed to trust myself, no matter how uncertain I felt. It was like running back to see if you had locked the door time after time. Enough was enough!
It all went well. There was a flow in the measuring, stirring and mixing. Kneading the dough soothed and cooled my aching hand and fingers. It took my mind off the fog in my head. No mishaps of too much/too little of ingredients. Six loaves came out browned and wholesome.
In the meantime, the weather waxed and waned. Clouds and rain followed by sunshine, followed by clouds and rain again. In between Sheba and I managed to get our walk in.
You have to make hay while the sun shines and if you’re handed lemons, make that lemonade. I like mine a bit on the sweet side, if you don’t mind.