I have several layers of a soon-to-be assembled cake baking in the oven and Spotify is bringing my soul peace with a little Hawaiian playlist.

It's a Friday afternoon and I am typing steadily at my desk.  I can hear Sabine chewing on something I very much hope came from her toy basket.  My ears are perked to detect an often-unreliable oven timer.  It is all very much as usual, but my heart is far from settled.