I could feel the warmth of your hand on the pen as I read this Kath. Oh, I know you typed it out as I do, in a Word document, but that don't matter. What matters is how the words flowed from the page to my eyes, and then down to both green thumbs - making me anxious to get my grow lights in order.
I have a hankerin for slice of fresh bread right now too.
Well, I started with a pencil and pad, maybe that was what you were sensing. I'm afraid I'm hopelessly old fashioned in some things. I do the rewrite on the keyboard.
You know I'm going to make some bread this afternoon and Mercer isn't that far away, but Stan says he wouldn't recommend the trip this weekend - it's sunny and cold now, but lake effect due to drop in as soon as the wind changes direction a little.