Wonder bread

Blasts of wind came along with the mildness; good day to make a batch of bread, and convince our nonegenarian she won't blow down the street like a tumbleweed if we go out for a walk. I remembered to croutonize the ends of the last batch of bread. Otherwise they molder quietly in the dim cold recesses of the fridge. After reading about John Muir's experience of getting caught overnight in a late April snow storm on the summit of Mount Shasta, I feel quite warm and comfortable as I stride to my weight workout.