Get your minds out of the gutter. Making a good loaf of bread is
therapy for me. (Eating some is a close second.) Given all of the
stuff that's gone on in the last few weeks, I need all the therapy I can
get. Tuesday our neighbor's grandson (age 2) was diagnosed with type 1
diabetes. Friday the local Jewish Federation office was shot up. One
of my cronies is director of marketing there, and is now in serious
condition. Yesterday I heard that another crony was hurt in a head on
auto accident. Luckily for her, she only sustained a broken kneecap.
So it's pain de campagne for my neighbor, the accident victim, and us.
Once the shooting victim is home and on the mend, there'll be some
glutenus maximus therapy for her as well.

Cindy

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