Dad’s appointment got pushed to 6am again today, different doctor this time, and afterward we had a couple hours before I needed to be back on calls so I ended up in the kitchen instead of lying down.

First thing I’ve baked since… I don’t even remember, maybe 3 months ago. Nothing fancy, just banana bread, but the smell hit different after sitting in a waiting room since 5am.
Dropped a loaf off at his place on the way out. Mine’s already half gone.
