Have you ever started the morning mad at your husband because of a dream you had? This morning, my husband kissed me awake and I glared at him. He ditched me while we were observing the Northern Lights in our neighborhood. I was with my high school friend who has asthma. She was complaining as we walked. I was furious when we reached our house. There was a huge dinner table with all kinds of people I have known both living and dead. My husband was already eating when I arrived. My high school boyfriend noticed I was angry and asked me if I wanted him to punch him. I said, "No, thank you, you're dead." He retorts, "It is not nice to tell your dinner guests that they are dead." Then, I woke up. Weird start to my day.
This morning began early because we had school even though it is Martin Luther King Day. I finished the morning chores. We headed up the hill to cross-country ski. I dropped off the goat milk, eggs, and loaves of bread to my customers. I always sell baked goods at the farmer's market. We did our drop-off on the way. I made 100 hundred dollars. It wasn't that much more work than my typical homemaking duties. This is an experiment to see if it is worth my time.
I am considering renting a space to open a bakery. We do not have a decent bakery here, well, we don't have any bakery in our immediate township. I stopped at a building at the end of my street that is for rent. The building space is 500 a month. The space is doable. We could serve breakfast or do a gimmick lunch thing. I am already my own egg supplier. So, we are thinking about it. I already have the Colorado business tax numbers I need.
The school day went smoothly. We ended up getting a few of tomorrow's lessons done too. I finished the other half of the weekly deep cleaning. I have new sewing projects. I made a beret for our daughter over the weekend. I am working on a pleated skirt and tailored jacket for her. I haven't done a skirt with pleats, so this project is a challenge.
I wrote another three chapters for my new novel. I did edit 50 pages of my novel 1955. Editing is not a task that I like to do for my own work. My new novel is kind of a treat to myself to do my editing.
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