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[multipurposegoddess]

I keep feeling like I'm not accomplishing anything today because I decided not to really try to do too much. In reality, I have

1. Made myself a quiche and actually followed the recipe properly for the first time ever - I usually have tried to cut the number of eggs and improvised ways to make up for their loss with varying results. Actual quiche was pretty delicious, even if I am terrible at prebaking pastry shells.
2. Which means I have followed my ridiculous breakfast cycle plan for over a week successfully. Which means I've eaten breakfast every day for over a week. Nice.
3. Shaped my challah dough into 6 knots and one little loaf. To be baked once they have the day to rise, pretty much. Or parbaked and frozen, in the case of the knots.
4. Got a chicken in the oven.
5. Washed all the dishes. For the first time in I don't even know how long, every dish/pot/pan/etc/ is either clean and put away, actively in use, on the drying rack, or in the dishwasher (which is running). Woo!
6. In seven  more pages, including ads, I will be all caught up on my Entertainment Weeklys, ignoring the ones that got misplaced and therefore remain unread. I don't know why I am compelled to read these things cover to cover whether I am interested in the contents or not, but I am and it weighs on me when I have unread issues lying around.

Not bad. And I may yet do more today, who knows?