Done

 The last batch of banana bread is in. I have an hour until it is done. Done. I am not sure if all those bananas made 28, 30 or 32 batches. Somewhere in the middle I lost count. The first twelve went to the Ward Devotional on Sunday evening. 

This is a public venue so I'll just say I am figuring out how to work with the culture I am in. I had a nice chat with the Bishop on Monday night for about 15 minutes that helped me deal. All is good, just interesting. I dropped off eight loaves for him to use in visits.

On Saturday evening I realized I had a cold. The tiredness and unclear mind were my main complaint. No aches or pains like when I get the flu, just tiredness. 

I went right on making banana bread on Monday and Tuesday. A stop or two to make a couple of batches of brownies for the grounds crew for Juliet to bring with her sobolo drink.  Another stop to make regular bread for lunches.  

Today is Wednesday morning and the last of the bananas are finished! No bananas on the sideboard. I have developed a OCD method of putting together batches and how I take out and put away ingredients. I keep projecting how Laura Nausin did her weddings, luncheons, graduations, with ward and stake events thrown in. Hundreds of thousands of rolls. I can see why she does exactly the same thing every time. Watching for the same things that can go wrong. I have thought about her a lot lately. I wish I was as organized and efficient as she is. But then she took years to perfect her style.

Now that I'm back again, it is night. The house is clean, supper is over. The blessing Jeffrey gave me is working and I am feeling better. 

I am making plans to reorganize my world and not let it run away with me. Make my own boundaries and work for those things that I feel are the most important.