Everything that’s going to Florida with us is packaged and either in the freezer or staged in the kitchen to be packed. Dishwasher is sloshing. Hand-washed items are drying. Garbage has been taken to the garage. I’m pooped! And I’m not making supper. We’ll graze or whatever.
In grade school we were taught to drink “eight eight-ounce glasses of water a day”. Though it seems the liquid in our food is supposed to be included in the total…
Dang, I just saw that, except Inslee’s announcement says businesses except restaurants will close tomorrow at noon.
Once again, I had a hair cut appointment set for just after shutdown. I wonder if the labs I’m supposed to have done Tuesday will get postponed. I’m assuming yes.
Evening all. Plastic Bags have been recycled, Sudoku’s have been solved, and both football and tackleball have been watched. Dinner was my monthly trip to 5 Guys, so I am slightly full (those fries should be classified as addictive by the FDA) and dinner will be a sammich sometime later.
Wanted to use up my Credit card points this month, but the website won’t let me in…it shows the spot to click to “Manage Rewards”, but when I click it, nothing. Ah well, they open at 6am for calls so I’ll try again tomorrow and then sit on the line…
Dot, might want to consider nellie’s advice. Having enough fluids in you is important.
OK, off to readin’ and internettin’ Catch all y’all on the next MMP.
I made two meatloaves. One is in the loaf pan, covered in foil, sitting in the fridge until I decide to cook it (maybe 1600 or 1630), and the other is wrapped in three layers of cling film in the freezer. I suppose I could assemble the potatoes all-rotten, but I think I’ll wait until Mrs. L.A. gets up from her nap.
Been getting work texts about the upcoming COVID restrictions. I guess I picked a good day to buy toilet paper!
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated, got a buncha diet Poopsie, back to da cave, had sammiches for N.O.L., I added carrots and N.O.T.s to the hunk o’ beast in the slow cooker, nappage achieved, sup prep finished, sup et, dishes done, and biiiiiiiiiiiiiig trash can hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. Impressive, huh!
Hope everyone has had a good day and has a good evenin’. Catch y’all tomorrow!
Mooooooom, my grandmother’s molasses cookies are pretty much ginger cookies with just a little less ginger. And, growing up in Indiana, we called bell peppers mangoes too.
Chores are done and the tortilla soup has just a little more heat than intended. I ordered a new chair for the studio from da Jungle this afternoon.The current one is OK, but I’ve had it for 13 years. I wanted one with better lumbar support and a higher back. Now, I’m doing other shopping online before calling Dad.
The 32 oz was the first part of the fluid goal. 64 oz always sounds so daunting to me-so I shoot for 32 oz of water and add cups of tea or coffee as a bonus moving close enough to 64 for now. It’s all about approximation towards the ultimate goal.
Here’s a good article:
Forgot I didn’t have pork in the freezer, so I had to make an Aldis run. Having an Old Fashioned, and watching more handegg. Also, the aprtment is clean, and the trash is out.
[b]Boo[b/], I drink a bunch of water ,but I need it for work.
IIRC you do physical labor so drinking a lot for work is needed. Sounds like you are wisely drinking to thirst, which is what that article suggests. That and keeping an eye on the color of your urine-pale yellow, fine. Darker yellow, not so fine. So listening to your body (thirst and pee appearance) serves us all well.
You really have to be careful about getting nurses talking about pee and such. TMI and we can go on forever.
Little Ms. No-Appettite over here is eavesdropping for tips.
Tonight’s actually a good night, hunger-wise. I have egg noodles a-boilin’ to accompany some pot roast. If I really want more comfort carbs, there’s garlic toast in the freezer.
I also have a sweet potato (and all the fixin’s) at hand for tomorrow.
But ferrealz BooFairy those “easy eats” ideas will be welcome over here, too.
Meanwhile, the trash bin is out at the curb, and the wind is howlin’ tonight. Litter box is scooped, and shhh! kitties are getting a real treat. Canned KITTEN food. Just because. (They’re splitting a small kitten-sized can, before anyone goes clutchin’ their pearls.)
Tomorrow: a new MMP (from someone) and much adulting (from me).
Tonight: we feast!!
(ETA: oh, jeebus. Nurses and their pee talk. Just don’t hang around when they upgrade to poop discussions.)
And countless other secretions and emanations I could go on about. Umbilical cord trimmings, cleaning up after hundreds of circumcisions,… All dutifully documented and reported. Pus alone can be good for paragraphs.
My mother is a retired Pediatric RN, so that stuff falls under “normal dinner table conversation”. Along with how much each family member is worth to the others when dead.