Grief

I am at a part in my grief that every person that pisses me off, runs the risk of getting punched in the face.

I am upset that something like this could happen and I am in disbelief that someone so wonderful could be lost in such a way.

When I went to school today I had to make Danish dough in Viennoiserie and it was the "modified straight dough method." Which means nothing to you unless you are a baker. Anyway, super simple, and I just sat there looking at my bread mixer like "what do I do with you?"

Anything other than getting dressed and sleeping is a little more complication that I am ready for.