January 3rd; sort of pathetic

Today looks like it's just going to be a quick trip to the farmers market and back for bicycle miles--meaning scarcely over two. It was a sleepy vague morning and Scott forgot to put the panniers on his bike. That meant that all the farmers-market-obtained goods traveled in Bessie's TARDIS-like basket. The baked goods, which came from Bakery Nouveau (where--oddly--I'd not been since before the pandemic started locally), since Stephane of All You Need is Loaf was not at the market, gosh darn it, were packed into my diminutive backpack which Scott kindly carried. Perhaps he thought baked goods wouldn't be safe with me.