we'll burn that bridge when we get to it

If you're sick, stay away from that social function.

If you're almost sick, and going to this social function is going to wear you out and probably push you over the line into actually sick, you should probably stay away from that social function and get some rest.

i know it’s normal for kids to have gunk all the time (although i do think we should take children’s immune health more seriously too but that’s another post)

and i love spending time with children and i get it sucks to have to raincheck every time your kid catches another bug but if your kid is sick you need to tell me. and if your kid is sick i don’t want to hang out with you one on one until your kid is better because you might have it too more mildly. i need to know if anyone in your household is sick and for some reason a lot of people think that doesn’t include kids.

After letting it rise for 2 hours (the time specified in the recipe) here’s what I had.

It has, you may note, not risen that much. Or at all, possibly. Ah well. A first try is never perfect.

I put it in to bake. Less than five minutes later the fire alarm went off. It was 2 am and everyone else in the house was asleep. I’m pretty sure something dripped when my roommate was baking brownies earlier. He woke up and made noises about don’t do that.

Anyway. Oven needs cleaned, baking ended for the night with the pan hot to the touch and the dough still completely raw.

Today at work the walk in broke. All of our dough blew out in the six-ish hours it took to fix. That’s a weekends worth of pizza dough, all fucked, before the weekend.

Here’s a third of it in a trash can.

That’s a waist high trash can filled with overproofed dough.

The kitchen began to smell like burning. Expected. I opened a window. The fire alarm went off. Expected. I thought I could turn it off manually. I was wrong. I had to put the fire alarm outside.

When I got back in I couldn’t find my cat.

Soak is roughly speaking half feral, and a fucking coward. She door darted one time a year ago and hasn’t since. But that was a year ago. Her normal response to new things is to hide under the bed or upstairs. I checked both, no Soak. I checked her other usual hiding places. No Soak. I put out food and opened a churu. No Soak.

The window.

She’s never gotten on the counters before. I don’t know if she knows she’s physically able to. The kitchen window is above the kitchen counter and was open for the couple minutes I was outside fucking with the fire alarm. And I can’t find my cat.

I start looking for her outside. I start having a panic attack while I’m looking for her, outside. She hasn’t been outside since she was a kitten. She doesn’t know the area. I live next to a busy road. This cat is a fucking coward who likes finding dark places to hunker down. It’s three weeks until Halloween and my tiny black cat is lost outside in a busy neighborhood she doesn’t know.

After two hours, a couple breaks to cry, briefly sitting down when I nearly blacked out, and four miles of walking and calling my cats name, I go home to drink some water and formulate a better plan.

And there she is, sitting on my bed, looking at me with the most smug little kitty face because she got two breakfasts today.