I think there’s a conspiracy to keep me from going to the gym, shopping for another car, or otherwise doing what I need to be doing. First there was the car itself, taking a week’s spa holiday in Chicago without me. Now I’ve managed to catch bronchitis (don’t worry, mom; I caught it quickly and it’s getting better.), so that if I try to exercise I sound remarkably like a cat with a hairball, and even if I don’t have the energy level of a sedated snail.
On the other hand, I did make my first experimental foray into sourdough baking today. Results pending: the loaf is in the oven. I may not have let the starter develop long enough before I tried to use it, but that’s curable. I just pull it back out of the refrigerator and let it sit a room temperature overnight, then go back to giving it small daily feedings for another week or so. And the loaf I’ve made did rise, just not quite as much or in the pattern I’m accustomed to. I may have a very peasantish peasant bread here. We shall see.
And our small son had his very first overnight at a friend’s house. They had a blast. I’m told they stayed up talking until 10:00 (late for two nine-year-olds and a 7 year old), and were up much too early this morning. (Our boy? Up early and waking everyone else? Perish the thought!) I am also told that there was a dispute about which of the other two got to share the big bed with Joseph. It’s not only the boy who’s wired like him that is our son’s friend, but his neurotypical brother. That kind of sums up our son’s personality. He is everyone’s friend, and everyone is his. That’s amazingly cool!