Tuesday

sterben translates as dying. 

Underneath is
 tomorrow is also just a day. 

I feel that my job should be managing expectations. Trying to bake a cake has become a challenge of epic proportions. I suggested a birthday cake, thinking a sponge cake. My colleague thinks we can bake something more fancy. Baking is not my natural habitat so I think as simple as possible is better. Expectation reduction will have to wait until tomorrow.