Stood in the kitchen for 10 minutes tonight waiting for dough that wasn’t going anywhere, because I forgot to pull the yeast out of the fridge before I left this morning and it never got the chance to warm up.
Today was one of those days where the commute felt longer than it actually is, 90 minutes each way and somehow both legs felt like 2 hours on their own. My manager moved the quarterly numbers meeting up by a week, so the whole floor had that low hum of everyone typing a little too fast and not really talking to each other.
Ended up just standing at the counter scrolling my phone, half annoyed about the bread, half still replaying the meeting in my head. Hands have been dry again the last few days too but I’m not getting into that tonight.
Gave up, put the dough in the fridge for a slow overnight rise, so I guess it’s bread by Thursday instead of tonight. Small thing but it bugged me more than it should have.