I slept a major portion of the morning. I needed it, obviously. I feel better for it. I didn’t get around to dicing ham, much less cooking. I haven’t been hungry beyond a snack or two. I had the traditional kolache, but my hunger ended there, sleep consuming any pangs.
Not sure what’s for late lunch, I’m thinking tamales. But there are plenty of options. I need to eat waffles, I seriously need to make room in the freezers. I have plenty of butter and syrup. But there are plenty of options.
It’s 94°F. I’m more prone to snickerdoodles, as the corona circle of Ceylon cinnamon on the napkin attests. In arm’s reach, no standing, no leaving the AC. A lumper’s dream.
Myka got salad today. The yard watering revived some of the crabgrass, and the leaves were big enough to harvest. I harvested a few after putting up the trash bin. She was extremely thrilled, as it has been weeks since she had any.
I’m trying not to spend money. I am holding off before ordering more books. I probably will, as projects were the primary focus this month. And I have everything I need now. So mad money is now projectless. Next month will probably involve one of the mid-range items. This month, I’m on wait and see as to how the money goes. If it cools and I make a storage run, gas money will factor. Let the unknowns present themselves.
Hopefully I’ll get my legs back under me. I got the dishes washed. Chores are done, I’ll start on the ham when it cools a bit.
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I had a pot pie for dinner. It worked for me. Still no diced ham, but I should get on it. I’ve been horizontal for part of the evening.
I’m still charging the batteries. There’s an improvement, but there’s still further to go to get back in full stride. BP has been high for a couple of days. I hope it’s not another medication failure. Not what I want to be dealing with now.