This morning Son had a job interview in a suburb north of here. He said that it was snowing when he got there. I looked out the window about a half hour ago at 6:30 PM and saw a few flakes in the air. Enough, already. In a normal year folks around here are wearing shorts and flip flops by now. I'm seeing heavy jackets and hoodies in abundance. But I have faith that within a month or two I will probably be complaining just as loud and long about the heat and humidity. We are never satisfied unless the temperature is in the mid-70's and the sun is shining. I wonder which day that will happen.
Oh, by the way...Son's job interview went really well. As soon as the drug test results come back and the company checks out his references, it looks good for him to be employed at just the kind of job he has been looking for. He is happy about it and greatly relieved. His instincts were correct when he decided to come back home. Always believe in your gut feeling, I think.
So what with cold temperatures, snow flakes in the air and being a generally gloomy day, it seemed a good idea to bake some bread. The fact that I had about half a loaf left in the house influenced that decision. Three loaves, two dozen buns and a pan of cinnamon rolls are cooling on the kitchen table. Of course some of it had to be taste tested right away. If it isn't the law, it is at the very least the rule of this household that at least some bread must be consumed right out of the oven. So we did. :)
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