July 3rd and I'm Fried like a Firecracker

I'm exhausted.

I have made enough cake to make me sick. The cakes themselves turned out very well.
Fluffy, firm enough to frost, held their shape at 3" inches tall.

Note to self: Do not attempt cakes when having a discussion with Grandfather. Murphy's law
will dictate a days delay, unfocused mind, and sudden urge to cry.

I'll make the ganache in the morning. I'm going to bed now. It is 2:00am.

I shouldn't have tried to make the cheesecake, and cannoli this evening in addition to the cakes.

My energy is diminished considerably.

Falling asleep as I type.

Goodnight.