Seven hours ago, as logged by FB, I was baking. Six hours before that I started.
There's at least another hour and a half left.

Funny thing is, I'm happy as all.

Covered in flour and on my fourth set of dishes.

The little unbleached takeout style boxes that fed ex brought me yesterday,
all tied up with string and a sprig of fir, filled with my handmade deliciousness?
Yeah, that makes me pretty happy.

And the quiche in the oven for the cafe tomorrow?
It will be all I can do not to cut a giant slice out of it tonight.

All is well in the universe tonight.
I hope that it is for you, as well.