So this makes me think several things.
One. A goat farm is sounding more and more appealing by the day.
Two. Aside from goat farming, what else could I do in life? I really don't know anymore.
Three. Bake. I shall bake.
This last week, I made lemon bars, more bread, four types of candy (orange-glazed pecans, chocolate covered orange peels, chocolate peanut clusters, and espresso toffee), a triple-layer vanilla buttermilk cake with raspberry preserves in between the layers, blueberry lemon scones, peanut butter, a key lime pie, and blueberry buttermilk pancakes.
I'm concerned my coping mechanism will kill me. Or my coworkers. See, if I partially owned and operated a goat farm, I could sell my pastries in our adorable farm cafe. Obvi. In the meantime, I'll just keep making things and looking for happiness.