Aargh.

Had a major "duh" moment this morning: I'm this groggy because I took Benadryl last night, AND the anti-itch cream I rubbed on my fresh poison ivy rashes also has antihistamines in it.

Needless to say, I called in sick (sick as in unsafe to drive to work) this morning. New Boss was quite sympathetic about the poison ivy.

Stayed up WAAAY too late last night, baking bread for the psychic fair/bake sale/fundraiser that Aquarius is having this weekend for one of their employees (and a long-time member of HSA). They're trying to help him with his medical bills from cancer last winter. Anyway, I did five batches of bread between 7pm and midnight last night. Two basic white bread with sage onions, three foccacias with herbs. The last batch looks weird, so I'm keeping those for us. By's going to make brownies today, and we'll deliver them this afternoon.

Oh, yeah, By's got the day off too. Robyn realized how many hours he'd put in the week, and called at 6:15.

Got next to nothing done last night except bread, and a little laundry. And a smidge of knitting, while things baked.

Because I menitoned it last entry...

Aquarius is hosting a psychic fair and bake sale to benefit Joe Palace, one of their silversmiths, this weekend. Saturday, 10-7, Sunday, 11-6; 3936 Broadway.

I know there will be Very Good cookies, and my bread, and a batch of By's brownies at the bake sale. They're also planning a drumming workshop, and some speakers.