I forget, sort of, that it’s late start at school and arrive twenty minutes before the doors open. This is less than ideal. I have another day of no meetings at work, but still end the day inexplicably tired. I do, however, make the soup that I had hope to make the night before. I have a LOT of chicken left over from the weekend, so I sticj it all in the soup. It ends up being way too meaty and curiously unsatisfying because of it. Go figure.

Perhaps given the soup failure, I find myself really not wanting to make lunches for the following day. I then realise I can’t because there’s no fresh bread, which means I need to get a loaf out of the freezer and leave it to defrost overnight. It’s a sort of Schrodinger’s victory: it’s half win / half fail, depending on which way you look at it.