I was just halfway through a post and somehow lost it. And my short-term memory is not one of my strengths. So I'll just take this opportunity to write something else entirely.
It's windy out. The sun was streaming through the window earlier, but now it looks grey. I'm laying in bed on my side, propped up by one elbow, typing away on my little 11-inch laptop. My neck's starting to hurt because this is a really uncomfortable position. Okay, I'm sitting cross-legged now. That's better.
Sunday was my last day at the lodge. It was a bittersweet farewell. I loved that job. It has inspired me to consider running my own B&B. I enjoy the type of work it involves. Meeting and hosting people, cooking, cleaning, guiding. I especially enjoyed the cooking/baking for people. Getting paid to bake bread and cookies...having a lovely kitchen full of windows and counter space and fancy ovens. I especially love it when I have the kitchen all to myself. Listening to music while shaping a loaf of bread. I almost feel guilty being paid for that.
All this talk of food is making me hungry, so I think I'll go have some breakfast and figure out how I want to spend the second day of my last week in Homer (for a while).
Hope you are well and happy.
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