So, it's another chilly day outside, meaning the temperature is sitting at a cool 18 (F). Things are supposed to warm up, though. By this afternoon we're supposed to be in either the high 30's or the low 40's. I'd prefer the latter since I have to clean up al those little frozen gifts the dogs have left for me in the yard. Right now every poop, big or little, is frozen to the ground.
I don't really have a lot planned for today: a ride on the bike, working on the rewrite. I've been spending a lot of time on the latter. Changes always happen at this stage. One thing that is constant is the word count increases. Sentences, and even paragraphs, get added to the story in order to clarify certain points. In the next chapter L'Oof Porte, an upscale restaurant in the Garden District, will be getting a face lift.
Bread was baked yesterday, here's a picture since John wanted to see it. And what did I do with that bread? Well, for dinner I made French Toast. So, here's the bread.