There is a name for it: ECD.
Elective Compulsive Disorder. I have it bad. They wrote about it in today's newspaper (yes, I decided to read it. Not one letter to the editor about a political candidate today. Interesting editorial decision.)

And an update. When the day starts as early as mine did today, yes, you can have updates at 8AM.
I checked it before taking it out, really I did.
It's hard to tell from the photo, but the middle? Total squishy-not-done-mess.
So for breakfast today my boys had warm banana bread edges.
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