Just like everyone else in this part of the world, I wanted to see the eclipse last Wednesday. Given that my living room windows face directly toward the sun around the time of the eclipse, I decided to just do that from home. Alas there is a tree in the way and all I saw was a sunset.
Turns out it was still a good decision: the big viewing point was overrun with people and when everybody wanted to leave, a pensioner (allegedly) mixed up the pedals in his car and ploughed right into a group of pedestrians. I could see the emergency services work late into the night.
For some reason I decided to bring a cake, so this morning I did a bit of baking. I haven’t done this in a long time and I clearly did not prepare well – I forgot that my mixer is broken and I didn’t buy milk. So I had to go on a little mission to find milk (which is harder than it sounds unless you’ve been to “stores are closed on Sunday” countries) and then did all the mixing by hand with a whisk. Oh boy. But now the cake is in the oven and it already smells quite nice. (But Dominik, isn’t milk a staple that you always have at home? No. No, it isn’t. I hardly ever have milk at home these days.)