Today is the 16th day of the Omer, 2 weeks and two days. Tempus fugit and all that.

I'm experimenting with bread again. Today I'm attempting to make pita bread for the first time ever. My little fluffy lumps of dough are rising, and soon I shall place them in the oven, and...excuse me while I go to turn on the oven...

Ok, I'm back. I feel so angry right now; no, more frustrated than angry. I'm trying to make decisions about what I'll be doing in the next few weeks and in the summer. I'm something of a frustrated perfectionist, and I tend to agonize over decisions. Usually the proper decision is evident, but I'm always hesitant to commit to anything. Out of fear, I suppose.

It's time for me to bake the pitot. Oh God in heaven, bestow on me a blessing, I pray: plump-puffy pita-pockets from the earth.

Let us not forget:

we shall not all sleep
but we shall all be changed
in a moment
in the twinkling of an eye
at the last trump
for the trumpet shall sound
the dead shall be raised incorruptible
and we shall be changed

for this corruptible must put on incorruption
and this mortal put on immortality

death is swallowed up in victory
the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ

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