With all the precautions in place, it seems that things are just tanking this week.
My toothbrushes going the way of the dark side. CU3 is home sick. My shoulder is frozen, twisted from sleeping funny. I'm doped up on cold medication to keep whatever is going around from coming to get me as I'm on course again this week. And I had marathon baking scheduled for the community Christmas supper on Sunday. Now I've just found out that my bread maker just breathed its last. I'm hoping it doesn't cost a lot of dough to replace.
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