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I’ve spent a fair amount of time during this pandemic obsessively watching the Great British Baking Show. I’m a good cook and killer at desserts, but I would never survive the tent. And I’m ok with that. I just like the learning and discovering the secret to pastry (it really is the butter to dough ratio plus the number of folds). After literal hours, I realize that I relate more to the bakes than the bakers. 
Winter is barely one-third gone, and the past assures us that its most dramatic weather likely won’t hit us until February or March.
In the past Facebook was to me a black hole that I could tumble into like Alice down the rabbit hole. I could log on for a peek at a particular page and not emerge until an hour or so later, overstimulated and curious as to where the time had disappeared. Because I value my time, I’ve finally learned to stick to a FB schedule, so I can keep up with things I deem important, without spending time on frivolous minutiae. May it last! 
I have observed that during these isolating times; times where we spend a lot of our days and weeks at home, that the more time I have available to do something, the less likely I am to do it. Have y’all been afflicted with that particular malady, too?
Who doesn’t love a good conspiracy? Many compelling stories begin with a conspiracy. It’s why I’m a fan of soap operas. Lord knows I’ve come up with plenty of conspiracies in my time. Site Designed and Maintained by Vision Technology Management
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