Thursday night update.

My Sweet Charity baking is done, six loaves of bread and sixteen scones, to be shipped out tomorrow. Nothing is uniform and some of the shapes are off, but the crumbs I sampled taste great, and the house smells joyful. It's an improvement over the afternoon - nice as it was to be done with one of my classes, I spent most of the session convincing myself I'd made a mistake in chosing this profession. It's a feeling that comes and goes.

It's been an odd, full week, and I'll probably feel like talking about it later, and right now I'm in the mood of actually contemplating a beer. But given how I felt earlier, I know better than to get one. So I'll just go to bed soon and hope it's gone by morning.