I tried to make pita bread tonight, but I rushed the yeast, and it failed to rise. Instead of airy pockets, I have chewy, dense disks. If I only I could analogize this experience somehow...?
I have tomorrow off; I will be trying to bundle packets. I will be paying some application fees, finalizing some manuscripts.
Today I wrote 250 words for a flash fiction site. The theme was "Missing the Bus," a situation with which I have much familiarity.