Last night Keith and Paul took me down to the Puddle and I got exercise (so much I was shaking when I got out of the pool). However the shakes vanished when we pooled (ha) resources to make dinner over at Planet Bachelor, which consisted of rice, butter chicken and brussels sprouts. I include the link to the wikipedia article because I think it’s charming to think that some of my all-time favourite fictional characters dined on them, even though brussels sprouts weren’t formally mentioned in any documentation until the late 1500s. Nor was I aware that they are goitrogenic. Nor was I aware there even IS a word like goitrogenic. Man, the schtuff you learn on wikipedia.
Then home, where I found I missed Jeff so much (he’s in Victoria) that I had to call him for tech support on the entertainment system.
He told me, after a long, long pause, that it was the very same thing I’d called him about the last time, and could be fixed exactly the same way.
I include this anecdote for my mother… everyone else is going to think ?+!, and candidly, so do I.
Eddie barfed all over the carpet next to the workbench.
Today I will mount an assault on the cat litter pans, work on a new – and undeliverable – homily, run a vacuum over things, finish a laundry, make some bread preparatory to Jeff’s arrival, and wash the kitchen floor and the cat accoutrements. This is four times as much work as I will actually do, but let’s see how things look at sunset. I’m feeling kinda perky, and that’s just plain wacky for 5 in the morning.
I’m going to have butter chicken for breakfast. Why not? Maybe I’ll drape a piece of bacon overtop.
