Dough for cinnamon buns on its first rise.

Last load of laundry in the washing machine.

I am frequently amazed at my own domesticity.

Except when I am leaving clothes all about, dirtying dishes, tracking in dirt, and generally being a slob.

Which, unfortunately for the person who lives with me, is a good part of the time.

Surely if I have him sample the cinnamon buns to make sure they are good before I take them to work tomorrow it will make up for it.