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[squeefulfish]

Ok, so we're 18 days into the year and nothing around me has exploded into comedy. This is not normal for me. So I'm deliberately jinxing it by pointing it out. "Work", (love) life, family, baking, brewing, sewing, everything's ticking along nicely. Even my sleep has been fine (4 hours a night is so enough now.) The worst that's happened in the last while is realising that my homebrew dried yeast was dead or sleeping, but not doing its funky thing. That's it.
Edit: Huh. The yeast's actually fine and useable. What the hell? I know I promised myself nothing but good things this year, but really, I don't think I can handle it.

This calm is too unsettling.