I’m grateful to find a new bread recipe that I could make in a day, and to bake for the first time in my cast iron Dutch Oven. Grateful to have a cast iron Dutch Oven, and all the ingredients in the pantry to make the bread. I started it this morning, baked it this afternoon, and ate it this evening. It wasn’t perfect: didn’t rise as much as I’d have liked, and didn’t cook as thoroughly as it should have. I think I know where I went wrong, and I’ll try again. Maybe though, like my lungs, it just doesn’t work the way it should at this altitude. We had to leave for a few hours and it may have risen too much.

But I was grateful to get Wren to the vet for a heartworm test (grateful they can test for that), and really grateful it was negative; so was her giardia followup, so she’s in good shape. We relaxed after our long trip to the city, with zoom cocktails in the garden.