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There are four 20 oz rib eyes in the freezer. They wouldn’t fit in quart freezer bags, but a little shifting of the pork tenderloins found a freezer foot print sufficient to hold them without displacing the Blue Bell.

I got to the store, and when I saw the rib eye roast, the freezer said, “Don’t you dare bring home no 20 lb roast!” Seven ribs, meaning a self cut would have produced seven 48 oz steaks. The five pounds I got was perfect to fill the steak section full. They cost a bit more per pound, but it was the only solution for affordable rib eyes in the freezer.

The half ham was 6.6 lb. I think I can fit it in by removing a bag of pulled pork and having a meaty ham bone for split pea soup. I won’t need to thaw turkey for a second cornbread dressing casserole just yet. I will cut up the ham today.

So the happy holiday store run worked out. And I won’t need to make another store run this week. I will need a refill on one script next weekend.

Still no word on the exotic dowels. Today marks 90 days since I made the order. And there has been no response to the email I sent a week ago. I would still love to have them, but I could also survive if it falls through.

Solstice is 20 hours away. Woohooo!

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The bank negated both payments to storage. Looks like I’ll have to pay again. *sigh*

The table arrived. Definitely larger, but not quite as stable, though it has snap pins to keep the table from folding or unfolding, which help. Definitely nice to have on hand, and it sits nicely with the other table in the slot next to the fridge.

Litter box, dishes, ham sectioning, eggs ackley, more dishes are my chores for the day. Not a heavy load, but not lazy town either.