I'm OK. Sweaty and tired from doing a lot of stuff. I'm happy to take a little break. My brother called to say he would be later than expected. I'm almost happy about that, since it gives me a little extra time to prep without so much racing.

I was on the verge of tears a while ago about a cake I baked. I put on the timer, but completely didn't hear it. As I often do, I totally lost track of time. I ran and pulled it out. It looked utterly dry and seemed so when I put the toothpick in it. I called my husband to boo hoo. Then I decided to be 100% sure if it was ruined or not. I cut a nickel sized hole in the middle of the cake and tasted it. It's actually acceptable after all. I just filled the hole up with frosting and then frosted the whole thing. My brother won't even know.