Here I am. Sitting at the dining room table in the middle of the morning. I haven’t been up for 8 hours already, baking bread. I’m not trying to fix a broken steam hose on a giant German oven with duct tape and a lighter. I just dropped my kids off at school, and I don’t miss them painfully quite yet; we had a good dose of each other all afternoon yeste…
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