It’s past 10pm and I just pulled a loaf out of the oven, which is apparently what I do now instead of sitting still.
Work’s been nonstop for about 3 weeks, and today I looked up and it was already 6:30 and I hadn’t eaten lunch. The commute didn’t help either, 90 minutes each way (worse if there’s an accident on the highway), and by the time I’m home I don’t have much left for anyone, husband included some nights.
My hands got pretty rough by the end of the day too, but I’m not going to get into that part here. Just needed to put the week somewhere. baking is about the only thing that still feels like mine right now.
Still working out how much distance to keep from people at the office without it turning into a whole thing.