Day seven of my commitment to write and post each day.
“Thou shalt write of it each and every day. The profound, the banal, thou shalt write of it.”
Morning forecast. 94°, partly cloudy and NO chance of rain.
Grocery clicking day, otherwise known as Sunday. I sure do like ordering groceries online. What a development! No shrieking children, no bitter gummers on mobility scooters, no millennial meditating in the aisle on which brand of tomato paste to buy. No circling the lot for a good parking place.
A brisket of corned beef. They make great cookies in their bakery, so enough of them to fill the cookie jar. Hot turkey sausage. A tomato. An orange. Some chocolates for Snook. Clickity click click and the nice lady will deliver the groceries to my front stoop right after brunch … decadent!
Mercifully, no big new Trump ‘revealations’ on the newfeeds, nor page six retractions the day afterwards. Some people mysteriously die in Pittsburg wearing orange paper wristbands. That should keep the speculators busy today.
Dogs happily roughhousing in the living room … Snook must be putting on shoes and socks in preparation for the morning ball throwing.
It’s waffle brunch day today. And maybe I’ll make my Mexican green chili cheeseburger pie for dinner at the same time. Still have some frozen french-fries to go with it.
And so it goes! Good morning!