13,658 Days Alive
1 Pot of Rotisserie Chicken Noodle Soup Made
Well, I had an almost full English breakfast this morning, sans black pudding because I don’t care for blood sausage.
My friend Wyitt the Whittler came to town for the morning to see me and give me a hand made ball point pen! We went to O’Shaughnessy’s Pub for their brunch and it was fairly good.
I behaved; had a Diet Coke rather than any alcohol despite awesome drink specials.
I am phenomenally anxious about tomorrow. I pick up my car from the repair shop and drive it to Indiana. I don’t have, and absolutely cannot afford, winter tires. So. I’m hoping the forecast is correct and there is no ice on the roadways.
I’m taking the train back the same day to Chicago. But the best part, other than having my car briefly back, is that I’ll get to see Mellon! Twice this week, even, because he is coming for Thanksgiving at the Papas’ house.
I have groceries again. I bought a rotisserie chicken and made chicken noodle soup with the breast meat. It was pretty good, but next time more broth. Maybe some bone broth or proper chicken stock instead.
I’m going to try and get some sleep.
Take your meds, folks.