When it’s 4 am, and the laundry just finished, is there really any point at all in going to bed, when one has to be awake again at 5:30 am? I’m thinking the answer to that is a big fat NO. Better just to stay awake at this point and take naps when needed. It isn’t like I have anything much planned for the day anyway. The weather might be somewhat foul, so no being outside in the garden or going anywhere. I’m sort of broke at the moment anyway, so no point in going anywhere. Going places always costs money, no matter what place or what one is doing. I’m going to be stuck in the house with my only real tasks being baking bread and planning dinner, so I guess I can sleep whenever I like.

And why am I awake at this hour doing laundry? Lin got home really, really late, and there was a ton of laundry. I started it before he got home, but really … a ton of laundry. I thought about just doing some of it, but then I thought I might as well just get it all out of the way in one go. I’m hormonal, cranky, and having problems sleeping anyway. Might as well make good use of the sucky situation.

Besides, staying up all night allowed me to constantly check on my sponge (bread) and its proofing progress. It’s doing quite well. It’s getting a very nice sour smell to it, not as harsh as it was the other day though. Now it’s mellow and smells an awful lot like bread. In fact, it smells tasty. The whole concept of mixing together flour and water, setting it in a warm place, and inviting wandering spores to infect it still grosses me out somewhat, but people have been doing this for ages. What could possibly go wrong? I guess I’ll find out shortly, as I think as soon as I post this, I will go ahead and add the rest of the ingredients and get the sponge started on the road to actually becoming bread. I hope it turns out edible. If not, we won’t have any bread for dinner tonight. That would constitute a crisis, seeing as I plan to have grilled cheese sandwiches with the bean and lettuce soup.

I think I’ll go get my hands in some dough right now. The last of the laundry is in the dryer, and it’s jeans, so no rush to get it out as soon as the buzzer buzzes for fear of horrible wrinkles. Maybe once the dough is starting its first rise, I’ll take a little nap. Or maybe I’ll just drink coffee all day long and be a super-cranky and totally wired bag of achy, angry, female hormones today. Not really much different from every other day, except for more curse words in my vocabulary. ;)