A Single Layer

Lately I've been feeling like any account of my current life would have to include the word "disastrous" in its title. It's a bit hyperbolic, but when you consider how easily a pile of little things can take on the weight of something much greater, disaster seems about right. Here's an abbreviated account of my recent troubles: There was that cake I made that kind of imploded. That was after having to make it twice because the first attempt turned out way too thin. Then I got cake grease all over my new shirt. And I broke my biggest mixing bowl. I broke that while making bread for an amazing dinner with a friend, after which, while walking her to her car, a bug flew into my mouth. Then there was the whiskey. A parting gift for a friend, I had to pick it up in Costa Mesa at an exorbitant price (apparently worth every penny, but I don't drink whiskey so what do I know). I accidentally left the whiskey too long in the warm car. It uncorked itself. All...