I am trying. Not very hard. Not hard enough.

I didn’t swim. I didn’t walk. But I did what I promised ten days ago I would do today.

I began my Christmas baking. I can’t get to a store and I’m a geek at online shopping. But I can cook for people., some people, people who live in my building or who come to visit me. I’ve told you about my Amish bread, made from a starter, like sourdough bread. It was ready today.

I made five small loaves and one large one—lemon poppyseed this time. I was tired when I was done but that’s no excuse. I’m still in thrall to Netflix, I think. I’m almost through. I think. I tore loose for a couple of hours this morning, begun while the loaves were in the oven.

I spent those hours going through another trove of clippings, reviews, tear sheets, ideas—you know. I enjoy it thoroughly but it’s hard work. At least I’m sitting down.

Letters and bed soon, but you, dear Bloggie, came first. Tomorrow I will share some of the discoveries I made today.

Anon.