858
…this isn’t counting the toffee, a late swap-in for the bad caramel juju I had going on. I’ll figure out how to count this at the end…but for reference, there are currently six, one-gallon bags of it sitting on our piano.
I have now entered the “what was I thinking” portion of this regime. It happens every year and I liken it to when I used to swim the 1,000 . Every time I’d pass the 350 mark…when the adrenaline of the start had worn off but there were many flip-turns to go I’d always wonder…what the hell am I doing? Of course, if I made good time (for me), the whole thing was over in about 11 minutes. Holiday bake-a-palooza takes significantly more time though is no less athletic. At least I can listen to podcasts as I bake. When I swam I used to sing REM’s End of the World over and over.
Oh no???? I lost the units prize.