my rose colored stretch pants that have stretched in odd places while in the dryer. These are my gardening pants or wear when not going out pants. My Bay Cities Market tee shirt (the place with the great meatball sandwiches). It's red. Tasteful at the front but with a full blown painterly ad on the back. I generally don't approve of ad tee shirts except when I do. Memories of meeting Perry (a2ker of yore, PDiddie) when a bunch of us got together in San Francisco. Tee shirt man, and on him, enjoyable. He's great.
Just had some of the pollo alla cacciatora. Needs the chicken broth I forgot to add, recipes vary, and maybe some salt. Good though. The baby artichokes work, and the oil cured olives, my own additions from a long ago and long gone recipe.
bourbon, milk, ice
Internetting stuff, mostly about fantasy football
looking forward to:
some reconnecting with friends far away, need to email more.
moderately tired, kind of weird. I'll second that, Sturgis.
I can't find my damned blood pressure wrist cuff. How the hell could I lose it? I'll have to stop looking so it'll appear.
Luckily, I've now kept many notations on my pressures on the new pills and I see how they work, and have the timing down, but not having the cuff is scary. I can't get a new one until my soc/sec shows up at the bank in two weeks. But, it has to be here somewhere, I know I didn't throw it out. If worse comes to worse, I think my neighbor will have a bp monitor as she told me she's got heart stuff going on (and she's young, like 50). She's the one whose house caught fire something like five years ago (the furnace) at 4 a.m. Good woman.
the burning to stop in Sturgis' s legs. Geez, I didn't know about that.