It’s late but I’m still making these cinnamon rolls. I did a thing with the dough and I think it shocked the yeast a bit which delayed the rising time but we got there. With patience.

One of my mother’s CT scans came back and they saw a spot on her lung. The doctors say sometimes a spot is just a spot and that she has no other worrisome signs that any cancer has returned. They don’t want to rescan her until February to see if there’s any change to it. It seems to far away, but I am trying to be strong. And patient.

In the right light my life, thus far, could be seen as a study of patience, failed miserably. But I am trying to do better.

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