2 a.m.

When the doctor gives you a shot of pain meds on Monday afternoon and you come home and sleep for about 24 hours straight, this is what happens at 2 a.m. on Wednesday morning.

The bread was ready at 2:00 a.m.

It has to cool before I can put it in bags. I’m probably not getting up at 4 a.m. to put it in bags but Vince will wake up about 5:30. If I don’t hear him when he gets up and I usually don’t and I definitely won’t in the morning, I left him a note on his coffee pot.

I left the two bags right by the bread so he would see them but just as I was finishing up, he walking into the kitchen.

Vince: What time is it?
Me: 2:09.
Vince: What are you doing?
Me: Making bread?
Vince: I can’t believe this!
Me: I left you a note but if I don’t hear you when you get up, will you put the bread in bags?
Vince: If I remember.
Me: How can you not remember? There’s a note on your coffee pot.
Vince: I’m too sleepy!

Maybe I should set the alarm for 4 a.m.

These two loaves are gifts but they’ll be fine sitting out. They may not even be completely cool in 2 hours. It’s pretty dense – salt rising bread. I’m sure Rita will have me up by 5:30. I’m not worried about the bread.

I am worried about getting myself on schedule. My preference is to stay up half the night and sleep half the day but that doesn’t work with chickens and a hungry husband!