As an old lady, raised in Brigadoon, I bake by smell.
I felt off yesterday but assigned blame to getting shit-faced at a bridal shower the day before that. As my mate Terri said multiple times, ‘Glug, glug, glug.’ -what does she know? She only takes wine at Mass
Last night I was cold. I attributed that to the fact we hit -7C / teens F earlier in the morning and my body was revolting. -shut up! I know my body’s revolting
When I slept poorly and woke up roughly the DAY AFTER the ‘day after,’ we have something.
I’m on all Hillbilly procedures for lurgy as my bigdreaminterview is tomorrow. ::sigh::
I was FREEZING in spite of it only being 15C / 60F in my house. That’s not cold! I typically let it settle at 55F. I decided to bake (oven on, heating house).
But as I mentioned? I bake by smell and my schnoozle’s broken: