Restless. And I want to bake bread.

I think it must be the weather. It should be summer by now, but the forecast is for another week of rain. I'm feeling distinctly frustrated about my life and everything, my attention span for work is minuscule, I'm struggling with envy/contentment, I'm tired. And I still want to bake bread.

I'm too busy and it's too cold. I need warm and I need time. All my frustration is being focused down on this one obsession. I WANT TO BAKE BREAD.

One of the no-knead breads I want to try making.