Up at 4am again, the anxious kind where my brain won’t stop. Dough had barely moved by morning, so breakfast was just toast instead of bread.
Driving lesson at 9am. Same knot in my stomach on the drive over, never really goes away the night before.
Afternoon was flat, no work schedule to fill it, so the hours just sat there and so did I.
– dough: ruined, rising on its own time now
– notebook: 2 pages, didnt help much