Back from grocerying. FCD is taking the trash and recycling, so one less chore for me. I do need to push the vacuum cleaner around - I’ll probably even turn it on! 
But first, a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
Got some food. I thought of you @EmilyG wryly, since I know McDonald’s is a bane of your existence.
But their fries entice me when nothing else does. Got a little 4-pack of nuggets to go with them. Not “full belly” satiety, but a spot of yum, at least.
I also watched a guy in the parking lot with an adorable fluffy tri-color puppy, with those crystal blue eyes huskies have. (The pup, not the dude.) That’s a helluvan endorphin hit these days!
It’s chilly but exuberantly sunny, so Monks and Nik are alternating between lolling in the sunshine & wandering aimlessly. Ah, to be a cat …
Their litter box is properly scooped and trash is out - which got a certain Shel Silverstein poem stuck in my head.
I unpacked a box (huzzah! off to re-brag in the “Declutter” thread) and started putting my “nice” things into a glass-front display case where I can see them. It’s silly to stare sadly at all this boxed clutter instead of enjoying my stuff. I just need energy - which is in short supply, but I can do little bursts here & there, right?
And now, so you may all enjoy what I heard inside my head on repeat all morning:
Well, I’ve been shingled (vaccine, that is) and my SPR (Strategic Pepsi Reserve) is now at 150% capacity, so all is well. Have to get a second shot in January (posted it on the wall so I remember), but so far no soreness or other reactions. Also picked up the Wednesday New York Times, because I do try to read a major paper every week or so.
doggio, I watched the Moanday night tackleball–fighting off Bears (at least the offensive ones) is not that big a problem…
herald, it never crossed my mind when I posted it, now you’ve got me earwormed, dammit…and concur on the next Eric Flint book–maybe 3-Civil Wars (England/France/Papal States-Italy) for the price of one?
OK, need to finish assimilating my Mac-n-Cheese. All y’all take care.
I looked up my nephew’s FB page. He posted a pic of a confederate flag captioned “They hate us because they ain’t us.” Remember how I mentioned he was born in Russia and adopted at age 5??? Yeah, sweetie, you ain’t “us” either.
Howdy Y’all! Provisions have been lain in (layed in?) and I have been to the doc. What a day! Major provisions procured today in advance of Turkey Day feast next week. I have three bunches of collard greens I must needs clean and package up. They shall go into the freezer until time to cook ‘em. Other assorted things for next week plus usual weekly foodstuffs were bought as well. Doc wants me to have an echocardiogram as she has discovered a faint heart murmur. Thus that has been scheduled for Dec. 17th. Gettin’ old ain’t for sissies I tells ya!
What I ordered:
What it came packed in:
I fully expected it to come in a bubble-wrap envelope. Nope. 
swampy - lain in means you used your provisions as a bed, so unless that’s some weird gay thin, layed in is what you wanted to say. 
What was your heart murmuring??? sending healthy thoughts…
Probably murmuring something about laying with weird guys…that’s what my heart murmurs about. Especially if they have cute butts and are good kissers.
FWIW, now that I’m done being a smart ass (that’s me-lots of talk about boy butts):
LAID is the past tense of the verb “to lay” which usually means “to set something down”, while LAYED is an archaic word that nobody uses anymore
[from an on-line ESL dictionary]
So, Swampy, what you and your sweetie did after you laid in groceries and put them away is for you to tell.
Hear, hear!
We’s a horny bunch in the MMP lately. Wishing we could do something about it in person.
Washed a buncha dishes, and - though I did not push around a vacuum - I did unleash the Roomba. Ratties are moved, counted, and a few young’uns split off for me to keep.
Ate some potstickers. Still no “big meal” but snacking continuously is my default (when I do have an appetite) so I’ll take it, still better than not eating.
Oh! I finally got rid of the two ancient leftovers-turned-sentient-beings that have been taunting me from the fridge depths. I really wanted to just toss the whole shebang, but they were in “good” containers. So I’ve scraped them thoroughly, and will make a valiant attempt to get 'em clean.
actually, frequently snacking is a pretty good plan for eating-if you choose, most of the time, half way decent snacks and over the course of a day there is some balance. 6 mini-meals can be a lot more appealing and easier to pull off than 3 traditional textbook B, L & Dinner meals, so go for it! You have my seal of approval.
You want to clarify the last phrase a little for us? ‘Wishing we could do something about it in person’? Are you asking some of us out for a date? Starting an Mumper Tinder? I would hate to tell you how my one and only on-line dating attempt went.
I was picturing more of an “Eyes Wide Shut” scenario, hosted by Shoe under the watchful eyes of her Rat Babies.
Boo, I think I speak for all of us when I say we would love to hear that story!
I called the COVID neighbour today. He’s feeling quite well. He says about 80% of his senses of smell and taste have come back, and he’s going back to work on the 23rd. As suspected, he’s up here because he’s sick and his wife is in their primary residence because she isn’t.
Anyway, I had to run to the store and asked him if he needed anything. All he needed was two bottles of 14 Hands Hot to Trot red bland wine. I’ve done my good deed for the week.
My wife’s sister and brother-in-law are getting tested for COVID today. He’s having trouble breathing and she has a bad headache.
They invited us to Thanksgiving and we’ve been waffling over accepting. It would just be a total of six people who (we thought) have been very careful. Looks like the decision might be made for us.
Of course I meant ‘red blend wine’. (It’s actually quite good.)
Yep.
Sounds like a party weekend Shoe could put together for us. I’ll be the one in the corner playing with the furry guests.
flyboy, I was going with Hot to Trot brand red wine but yours is more elegant—and yes, you have done your good deed for the week.
wheelie-I’d be staying home about now. Pull out your comfiest sweatpants, order in some good Chinese and watch some tackle ball Thanksgiving (that’s my plan).
Rethinking this line.
I should have said playing with four footed furry guests. Just to be clear.
I knew that - what a brain fart… 
Navy bean soup wasn’t quite done, dammit. I should have done what I did last time - cooked it early, let it sit, then warm it up for supper. Oh well. Chillage shall ensue.
Making another big batch o’ Chex mix. I found a product called “Pretzel Crisps” on Amazon Fresh, which are really thin and work well in the mix. In fact, I prefer them over any other bagged pretzel I’ve eaten. The Ms accused me of putting too much butter on the mix last time; yeah, like that’s a real world problem.
Grocery delivery today, with some final items for T-day, but otherwise there’s zero activity around the homestead.
Heh, I had to look it up. I just guess on those, lay-lie-laid things-my grammar education was horrid in my formative years and what I forced myself to learn for college writing has fled my brain since my brain injury. I consider myself lucky that Mumpers are kind to me about it.
And I sure wish I was bellying up to your breakfast bar for a bowl of that bean soup. Num, num, a favorite that I never make for one anymore.