The lyf so short

I wish my body could send clear, understandable signals instead of being kind of vague. The past week, I've constantly found myself wondering: Am I hungry or about to be sick, cold, or getting my period? Dear body, pls to be a little more specific, kthx.

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In other news, as the hubby is sadly Not Here, I have in absentiam started the Christmas bakery, arrrrrrr.
(Normally stuff that has to do with baking or otherwise requires strict adherence to recipes is done by the husband, who, as a chemist, is very good at strictly adhering to recipes. My predominantly intuitive approach to kitchen work is just fine in cooking, where you normally can check how it's coming along and in fact, most recipes don't actually care whether you use one carrot or three - but baking generally doesn't allow for that, unless you want to have imploding muffins*.

Eh well! I'm only making honey cake (wtf, LEO, Honigkuchen ≠ gingerbread, are you stupid or what?) so it should be ok. Hopefully this is the last year in which I have to buy the honey for that purpose...

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*Yes, that really happened. Better than exploding, I suppose, but still. >_>