It was a national holiday yesterday, but no time to sit around - I'd been away for several days, and had a lot to do in the house. Then, just as I was about to bake some bread, the kids (the two who were home, because tennis tournaments know no national holidays or rest) proposed we go for a walk. I took a look at my bread: both the breakfast braid and the whole wheat and seed dough had risen nicely, and were ready for the oven right then.
Instead, I covered them with a dampened dish cloth and headed out for a walk in the woods with my family. By the time I got back, they'd gotten a little too plump, but tasted delicious anyway when we cut some slices from the freshly baked braid, spread some homemade wild plum jam, and enjoyed a post-walk snack.