Panem et Circenses, Part Four

The bread is in the oven (this sentence is separated for dramatic effect).

During the night, the dough had become sticky and started to smell funny, but it had also doubled in size, so I must have been doing something right. I kneaded the dough for ten minutes or so before I noticed that it didn't change in any way and lost faith. Faith is the most important part of a good bread. I covered the bread with a towel (the same towel, still) and meditated on the futility of effort, while drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. Then I put the brad in the oven. And that's where it is now. I have no idea how long it should be in there, so I’ll have to keep an eye on it.