Today we were informed that multiple apartments had inconclusive PCR tests from yesterday. The CDC had been called in and we’ve been asked to do PCR again. Over a hundred residents committed to a petition to request that tests be done, door to door, rather than go outside to a central location. The stench of fear runs rife throughout the community.
It’s a worrisome thing, the spread of fear amongst the residents; We are called to line up, again; Some other residents trigger a Volunteer intervention response;
The nurses processes my test; The next building block over prepares to do their test; I couldn’t give the onions away, so I cooked them down and caramelized them;
A poolish in the making, for the next batch of bread, at least my yeast is still active; Waiting for a delivery, it is recommended to use alcohol for sterilizing… ok! My tonsils need a workout; Arrived! 25 kg of bread flour and some new dried yeast.
