Got up early today, and made pancakes.  Then ran to get Tim's best friend, who is visiting from Montreal.  Then, I took the two of them down to the Renaissance Festival (to meet Tim's girlfriend so they could hang out), and ran back so that I could get an early start on the latsest batch of jelly and make some bread.  Got the bread all mixed up and set in hot water in the sink to raise (the air is too cool and dry here right now to raise it on the counter), and went to pick more grapes...

...the houseguests finished eating, and drove off past me to go to the Renaissance Festival, and I rushed home in time to punch down the bread, put it in pans and start it raising again...

Only to find that someone had stacked their dirty breakfast dishes in the bread bowl (on top of the dough), and thoughtfully sprayed water on the whole mess to rinse the dishes.

Grumble.

Well, I'm grumbling now....before there was cursing.

So now I am making a whole new batch of bread, but my day just got much more packed.  Sometimes the little set-backs are the most aggrevating.

It's so easy to lose perspective.  It's not like that was the last of the flour in the house or anything.