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The Telus man has been here for the last couple of hours, fixing my internet. It is the most company I have had in months and months. Naturally I am a bag of nerves.
I cannot offer him coffee or water or pop because, you know, masks.
So I have been cooking as he is fixing my internet and then he decides he will put in fibre optic network. FIBRE!
Except now I"m all well I will start baking bread out of stress. And I am making a second loaf to give to the Telus man.
Friends, this does not reduce the stress because WHAT IF IT DOESN& #39;T FINISH BAKING IN TIME.
It& #39;s out and now I& #39;m frantic that it cool enough. AND WHAT IF I HAVE NOTHING TO WRAP IT IN
I& #39;m now standing and fanning my bread like I& #39;m on the Great British Baking Show. Cool cool cool.
(ahaha see what I did there)
(ahaha see what I did there)
Landlord stopped by and OMG I DO NOT HAVE SUFFICIENT BREAD FOR EVERYBODY.
The cat is locked away in my bedroom, wailing.
The internet is all fixed and I have invisible fibre optic wire (wow!) and I wrapped warm bread in tin foil and egads that& #39;s not what you should do.
Then I wrote ingredients on masking tape and added my name & #39;in case you need to do contact tracing& #39; I said, which is not exactly confidence building for either of us so then I said & #39;which of course I hope neither one of us have to ever do& #39; and I& #39;m dying inside.
It me.
