After a pretty good session in the lab and talking over the quiz with Bill, I started to jet home to throw that bread in the oven. But when I set out, I realized I only had enough gloves to cover five of my fingers. I searched and searched, alas there was but one. I thought I might be able to jury-rig a toboggan to keep my leftie warm, but I tried backtracking my way to class first. Low and behold, there she was in the parking lot. My left hand could stay insulated! So I set off on the journey home, I met the 43 at Amity, and we parted ways. We met again right at the bridge for nine. If I had pushed a bit harder on the hills and through the wind, I may have beaten it home, but today's victory goes to the buses of the pioneer valley. I finally made it home, and it was a lot warmer than expected. The bread over proofed just a bit and didn't rise as pretty as I had hoped. Perhaps the taste test later on will make me care less.