The charity shop removal van came this morning for some of Michael's things--furniture and kitchenware I can't use. Because the guys only work mornings, I worked from home (and got a lot of things done). Decided because I could actually do this, to have fresh pizza for supper.
Made the dough before I headed out the door. Came home six hours later to a lovely, soft dough. Topped it with the last of the jarred spaghetty sauce, some crispy bits of bacon, onions, mushrooms and mozz.