Drama

I know it's been a minute, but there really hasn't been anything happening that was worth blogging about.  Well, maybe there was, but it's been so hot and sticky out at the plant that I haven't really felt like doing anything, much less blogging.  I just come home and sit in the air conditioning.  So, what's been going on since I last posted? 

Let's see, Monday night there was a power outage, and I had brief flashbacks to the ice storm.  I caught myself listening to see if I could hear tree limbs breaking, but then I remembered it will be hot and not cold.  I went to the Entergy app and saw that the outage had already been reported, so I checked the outage map.  There was only one circuit that was affected, so I thought it must have been a wreck that hit a power pole or something.  The power was back on in about 3 hours, and my first thought was,  "That was fast, especially if they had to re-set a pole."  Better still, the A/C was back on.  

Don't envy me my exciting life. 

Tuesday I had to go get my boobies smashed, and the radiologist must have seen how baggy my jeans had gotten because she asked me if I'd lost weight.  "Pre-diabetes,"  I said.  "I've had to start watching what I eat."  She said she is diabetic, and we were talking about blood-sugar friendly snacks.  I told her about mixing my sugar free pudding with whipping cream, and she suggested I cut back half of the cream and once it's mixed, fold in some cool whip.  I bought some cool whip to try it, but also I bought some ice cream because it's a holiday weekend and all.  Just a pint, though.  Don't want to overdo it on the sugar.  

Somewhere in the course of the conversation, I mentioned that I don't like salt.  She said to try pickle juice.  I don't like pickles either, but I had heard that pickle juice is good for re-hydrating yourself, so I bought some.  It's not actually that bad.  It's not great, but it's drinkable.  I needed some today, too.  But I'll get to that in a minute. 

Wednesday night, we had some pretty strong thunderstorms blow through and I woke up to the news that the old building on the town square that had exploded a couple of years ago had collapsed onto the building next to it, completely destroying it.   As you can imagine, the owner of that building was rightfully upset, because something should have already been done about it.  The building that collapsed had been damaged in Hurricane Katrina, and had gotten more dilapidated and run down, but the owner wouldn't fix it up or tear it down.  It had really become an eyesore in our little town. 

We were talking about it at work yesterday, how it used to be a Stubb's Department Store, then they moved and it became a clothing store called Looking Good.  The upper floor was an apartment with little Juliet balconies on the windows, so you could open them and look out on the Square.   I don't exactly remember when it was completely abandoned, but it's been unoccupied for several years.   You would think there would be some building code violations or something that the city could have enacted to make them do something about it. 

I thought about running up there after work to rubberneck a bit, but I didn't.  I went straight to Walmart to get that over with before my three day weekend started.    

That brings us to today, the first day of said weekend.  My first project this morning was to make some sense of the mess that my zinnias had become.  

Seriously, I had no idea that they would get this tall.  I even dug out the seed packet to see if I had made a mistake, and it says 24" not 6'.   I was expecting them to stay small!  Well, much smaller than they are, I mean.  

The first thing I did was to remove all of the supports I had already put into the bed.  Naturally, all the plants fell over right away. 

As I've said before, I'm sure this is because the bed has the liner underneath it, and there isn't much room for them to develop a deep root structure.  By next year, I'll have that all taken up and the red clay dug out from under that bed, so that won't be a problem.  Also next year, I won't plant quite so many in this bed.  Right now, I have 15, but again, I never expected them to get so big.  The seed packet said 24", after all.

I'd bought some 6' plant stakes at Walmart yesterday, which I had intended to use to stake my tomatoes, but I figured I needed them more for this.  Between those and some stakes I already had, using some garden twine, I managed to get them all fairly well supported.  I even put the trellis thing back in the front. 

I pruned them pretty heavily, but they are still plenty thick, and look, you can almost see my fairy garden now. 

Oh well, I consider it a learning experience.  Next year, I'll know better.  

My next project was to get the first of my 4' x 4' beds lined up and into its permanent location.  Once that was done, it was time to start digging the red clay out of it.  I got this far before it got too hot to stay outside, even with taking numerous breaks to cool off.  

There have already been a couple of heat related deaths this year.  One of them was an 82 year old woman who fell while working in her yard and couldn't get back up.  Her husband tried to help her up, but then he fell, too and couldn't get back up.  They lay there in the bald sun for three hours until a neighbor found them.  By that time, the woman had already died.  That's one reason I always make sure I have my phone with me when I work outside.  You know, in case I try to cut my arm off with a mini-chainsaw or something. 

Most of the clay is out, but I'm going to have to wait until late this evening, or even tomorrow morning to finish.  Then I'll start filling it, because I think I might need it for that second batch of tomatoes I planted.   That will be all I do until it cools off some.  After all, the plan was to prep and fill the beds over the fall and winter, then plant next spring.  

And finally, my banana peppers are going to be ready to harvest soon, so I went ahead and bought some pint sized canning jars to pickle them in.  

 I probably ought to check and see how much vinegar and spice I have, too.  Just in case. 

Now I think I'm going to go get a bite of that ice cream.  

Laters...

Oops...

I accidentally picked a pepper yesterday, but not a peck of pickled peppers.  Just the one.  

I was trimming off some of the bottom leaves on my plants -- both peppers and tomatoes -- because some were touching the ground, and others had turned yellow.  That's perfectly normal, by the way, for the bottom sets of leaves to turn yellow.  At least that's what all the gardening channels say. They also say to trim away the leaves touching the ground so to minimize the risk of disease affecting your plants. 

Anyway, so there I was just whacking away, when I got a little over enthusiastic and chopped a branch with a pepper on it.  No big deal.  I just brought it into the house and will chop it up and use it in something.  Most likely chicken salad or egg omelette. 

Speaking of my garden, this afternoon I put together my last two 4' x 4' beds, under the cat's supervision, of course.  

I think they must have re-designed the corner brackets, because these were much easier to put together than the two I bought last year.  I had to beat those on with a rubber hammer, but these slid right on with no problem.  Easy peasy lemon squeezy.  

I had them put together in no time, then I hauled them out and put them into the garden spot. 

This is pretty much where they'll go, but I'll make sure they're lined up and squared up before I start putting dirt into them.   That will be all the beds I buy until I get the ones I have filled up and planted. Which at this point will most likely be next year.  It's just too hot right now to spend much of any time outside.  

Especially after spending the day in that unairconditioned plant.  Yep, we got up to 91° in my work area today.  One of the brazers' last day was Friday, and the trainer was up there this afternoon just a cussin.  She doesn't want to have to train anyone so she can stay in the back where the assembly lines are.  They have air conditioning back there.  I wish we did, because it gets downright miserable out there. 

In knitting news, I finally cast on another sailor hat. 

Yarn: Red Heart Supersaver Bitty Stripes

Colorway:  Crayon Box

Pattern:  Basic beanie

Needles:  US 8 / 5 mm

Apropos of nothing, I finally signed up for another Hillsdale College course, this one on American Paintings.  I've wanted to do it for a while, but each lesson is over an hour long.  That's what put me off, especially since we're working such long hours right now.  Maybe this long weekend, I can get the rest of the course done.  It's only four lessons long, so it ought to be doable.  

And finally, your humor for the day:  

What would we do without Florida?  

Red Wings

Say Their Names. 

LT Michael P. Murphy

ST2 Matthew Axelson

GM2 Danny Dietz

FTC Jacques J. Fontan

RMCS Daniel R. Healy

LCDR Erik S. Kristensen

ET1 Jeffery A. Lucas

LT Michael M. McGreevy, Jr.

QM2 James E. Suh

HM1 Jeffrey S. Taylor

MM2 Shane E. Patton

SSG Shamus O. Goare

CWO3 Corey J. Goodnature

SGT Kip A. Jacoby

SFC Marcus V. Muralles

MSG James W. Ponder III

MAJ Stephen C. Reich

SFC Michael L. Russell

CWO4 Chris J. Scherkenbach

Tell it to your children, and let your children tell it to the next generation, and their children to the next generation.  --Joel 1 : 3

So that we may never forget. 

New Beds

No doubt you've seen those videos of all the Europeans here for the World Cup and discovering the US isn't anything like they've been led to believe.   I've been really enjoying watching them discover what we take for granted.  There is this one French man who absolutely cracks me up.  Have you seen him -- the one who said he'd give his left croissant for a Texas brisket?  

Yeah, a bit later on, he's talking about air conditioning.  He says "It's hotter than satan's butt crack" and I totally lost it, because that's exactly what it feels like outside.  Throw in those little spawns of satan called fire ants, and I'm done for the day. 

But I supposed I'd better back up a bit and tell you where it all started.  

In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth.  Then he created grass.  And that grass would need to be mowed, so he created people and now you know the rest of the story.  Yesterday evening, I decided I needed to mow, and yes, I mowed the whole yard, even the part behind the fence.  There was only a little bit I didn't get finished, and I took care of that this morning.  

I'd stopped to close the back door that the cat pushed open, then couldn't get the lawnmower to start, so I took it as a sign.  Anyway, even though I waited until 7:00 PM to start, by the time I was done, I was drenched with sweat.  

As if that weren't enough, I got up this morning and started putting my new raised beds into place.  The first step was to take all of this compost out of these two beds and move it out of the way. 

Everything was going swimmingly until I disturbed the fire ants.  I got eat up, so much so I came inside and took a Claritin.  After cooling off a bit, I got back at it and got the beds emptied out.  Then I moved the empty beds over beside the zinnia bed.  

I'm going to dig the red clay out from under them before I start filling them up, but that will have to wait until it cools off a bit.  Like October.  Or November.  

That being done, I came back into the air conditioning to put my new raised beds together.  I thought it was a nice touch that they included gloves so you don't cut your hands all up. 

It was a thoughtful gesture, but alas, they were thin, and tore up before I finished the first bed.  And here it is, the first bed:  

It was pretty easy to put together, if a bit tedious because of all of those bolts.  The hardest part was pulling the protective film off.  Once I got that off, the rest was a piece of cake, but I was a bit disappointed at how easily the finish scratched, so when I put the second bed together, I made the executive decision to leave the protective film on. 

You can't really even tell the difference, other than it is slightly less shiny.  Oh, and I know the beds aren't lined up.  That's because of the other bed, the one with the bachelor's buttons and zinnias in it.  The plan is to empty that bed out after the first frost kills off all of the zinnias and slide it down just a bit so I can get the two metal beds lined up.  

It was kind of the plan anyway, to empty that bed, remove the liner, and dig the red clay out from under it so the roots of whatever I have planted there will have more room to grow, so it's no problem to move it just a few inches. 

The last step was to put all the stuff I'd dug out of the old bed back into one of the new beds -- the one I don't intend to move later, that is.  The other one will stay empty until I can get it into its permanent location. 

 As you can see, all of that compost barely made a dent in the space.  Now I understand why they say filling a raised bed can get expensive.  This one is deep enough that I can start planting annuals in it even with it not being completely full, plus it's sitting on natural soil, so the plant's roots can go down into that if necessary.  

I'm going to give it a few days to settle -- or maybe a few weeks, since we're not supposed to get any rain for several days.  We may get a pop up shower here and there, but nothing major.  Then, I'll move my new pile of compost into it.  

By the time I had finished that, I was drenched in sweat and starting to feel the effects of heat exhaustion, so I came inside and took a shower.  I'm going to spend the rest of the day in the air conditioning drinking copious amounts of water. 

I came thisclose to buying a pint of ice cream yesterday, but didn't.  Now I kind of wish I had.  It sure would have hit the spot on a hot day like this.  Hotter than satan's butt crack, as our French friend would say. 

Now for a bit of sad news.  I noticed that the peppers on one of my banana pepper plants didn't look quite right. 

They weren't nice and straight and big like the ones on my other plants.  Then I noticed that the leaves had a bit of a mottled appearance, which also didn't seem quite right. 

The last issue I saw was black spots on my peppers.  

I did a bit of research and came up with a result I didn't really like.  I had a chat with ChatGPT and she -- funny how I think of ChatGPT as a she -- basically verified what I had already figured out.  My plant has what is called mosaic virus.  There is no cure for it, so to prevent it from spreading to my other plants, I made the difficult decision to pull this one up and discard it.  I can't even put it into the compost, because the virus can spread that way, too.  I'll give it a minute or two to dry out well, then I'll burn it in my fire pit. 

Hopefully, I got it removed in time.  My other plants still seem healthy with large healthy looking fruits on them, so I'm hopeful.  

Finally, while I was out doing all of that piddling in the garden, I saw what appears to be a solid black bumblebee on one of my zinnias. 

It was smaller than a normal bumble bee, so I don't know what it was.  It was pollenating, though, so I left him to it.  

I guess that's it for today.  I'm going to go bring my laundry in, then spend the rest of the evening recovering from heat stress, dehydration, and a butt load of fire ant bites. 

Laters...

They're Here!

The first two items from my Prime Day spending spree have arrived, and those are some raised beds for my garden.  I didn't take a picture, because as of this moment, they're still in the boxes they came in.  I didn't think that would make a very interesting photo...boxes and all.  The last of the raised beds is supposed to arrive tomorrow, so I'm hoping that early Saturday morning, I can start putting them together before it gets too hot.  

I really wanted to at least start getting things in order this afternoon, but it's just too hot right now.  I don't handle the heat as well as I did when I was younger.  And since I get up at 2:30 in the blessed ay em, by the time it's cooled off enough to work outside, I'm already in bed.  

I don't plan on planting anything in them this year, so there really isn't any rush, although I may have to stick a tomato plant or two in some of them, since none of the ones I've planted have died.  On the contrary, they're all thriving.  

Once I get the beds all into place, maybe I can finally get that vlog done for you.  But don't hold your breath on that...

In other news, I finished reading Bunker Hill. It kind of took me by surprise, because I didn’t realize how close I was to the end.  The bottom of my kindle kept saying 3 hrs 45 minutes left in book.  Imagine my surprise when the next page said EPILOGUE.  I've read enough of this author's books that I should have remembered he always adds so many extras at the end -- things like paintings of the main characters accompanied by a brief biography, and in this case, paintings of Boston that had been done during that time.  I pretty much skimmed through all of that, since I already know what George Washington and Samuel Adams looked like.  

Now I'm reading A Single Captive Spark, by Emberly Ash. It was another one of those First Reads freebies -- a fantasy, this time.  I'm only one chapter in, so I don't yet know if it's going to be good or not.  I can already tell it's not going to become one of the great classics, but it might end up being an enjoyable read.  I'll be sure to let you know. 

That's about it for today.  This getting up in the middle of the night is taking its toll, but in a way, I kind of like going in early.  There's only three brazers who come in at 4:00, and one of them has been on vacation all this week, so it's only myself and Demi-god.  There's a sense of freedom and relaxation with it only being a few of us.  I hope you know what I mean. 

The downside is having to go to bed in the middle of the afternoon, which it now is, so I'm going.  

Goodnight. 

Prime Day

I spent way too much money on Amazon.  OK, one of the things I bought was a new pair of work jeans, because some of my older ones are getting pretty ratty, even though they weren't on a Prime Day deal.  I was shocked at how expensive they've become.  Fortunately, they had a coupon offer so I only paid $37 instead of $57, but let's just say I hope they last a long, long time.  

The other things I bought were for my garden, and I'll show you those when they get here.  I am still planning on doing a vlog, if I can ever get my act together and get it done. 

As if that weren't enough -- spending, I mean -- my sister contacted me this afternoon because my mother still doesn't have a headstone on her grave.  It had never occurred to me that she hadn't gotten one, because she had done the whole pre-paid funeral thing and had even planned her own service.  I guess I'd thought that would have been included, so I didn't think about it. Anyway, sis wants to get one, and has contacted us all to see if we would split the cost.  Of course, I said I would.  Eh, I can live without a dryer for a few more weeks.  But then, I kinda made that decision when I ordered four new raised beds on Prime Day deals...oops, I guess I spoiled the surprise, didn't I?  Sorry 'bout that. 

I am wondering though if when I reconnected the dryer after disconnected the generator after the ice storm, I messed something up, but I don't think so.  If I'd done that, I would think it wouldn't have taken 6 months to start tripping.  It's probably just the motor is old. Or the rollers and bearings are worn out.  

In other news, this morning at work, Cuz got all the brazers together and gave us a good chewing out because our production has dropped here lately.  I just wish I could make them understand that we can't braze if we don't have parts, or if those parts are wrong and we're spending half our day walking over to tubing putting in a re-work.  So here's the deal, if they'd keep up their end of the bargain, we would get them more headers than they know what to do with.  

Their end of the bargain is this: 

1)  There must be completed orders available to be brazed at all times.  If any brazer has to pick up a broom, or find something else to do because there's no work, the deal is off.

 

2)  The orders must have the correct number of parts in them.  If it is a 12 piece order, there must be 12 of each part -- not 11, not 13.  TWELVE.  If there are too few, then I have to stop doing my job, step away from my stand, and walk over to tubing to order a rework.  Then I'll have to go back to tubing sometime later and get the part I ordered.  When I'm doing that, I'm not brazing.  If there are too many parts, I have to stop doing my job and fill out a scrap ticket, then track down a supervisor and a group leader to get it signed twice, and finally, walk over to the scrap area to put it into the bin over there.  While I'm doing that, I'm not brazing. If any brazer has to either order a part or write a scrap ticket because they can't make tubing count their parts, the deal is off. 

3)  The parts tubing sends to the brazers must be correct, that is per print.  When I have to stop doing my job, step away from my stand, and walk over to tubing to order a re-work because management didn't make them  do a first piece inspection, that's time I'm not brazing.  Every minute I spend beating an adapter tube into place, or stretching one, or re-rounding the ends with my needle nose pliers, that's time I'm not doing MY job.  Every time I have to scrap and reorder a leg because it was smashed flat in the machine and the operator sent it down the line anyway, that's time I'm not brazing.  If I have to re-round the holes in the headers because they have burrs, or simply weren't re-rounded, that's time I'm not brazing. If any brazer at any time has to reorder a part because it wasn't done per print, or has to take time to manipulate that part to make it fit the jig, or do anything that should have been done before the part left the tubing department, the deal is off. 

Point is, they can't just stand there and yell at us if you're not willing to give us the management support we need to be successful at our jobs.  Well, they can, but they'd just be wasting their breath.  Someone is going to have to actually solve these problems, or nothing will change. That's the main problem out there.  They're looking for scapegoats, not solutions.  

Wow, I didn't really mean to get off onto that rant, but it's just so frustrating.  Especially when you've been told that management considers your department low priority, but still expect you to put out nit-picky perfect parts with the jacked up garbage that tubing sends us.  

I can't wait to get out of that toxic cesspool, I'm telling you.  

How's about let's end this post with something more pleasant, shall we?  My knitting progress:

 Yarn:  Euphoria Knits

Colorway:  I don't know, the label is illegible

Pattern:  Sockhead

Needles:  US 2.5 / 3 mm

And my new favorite song:  

Whatever my lot -- even if it is a frustrating dead end job in a toxic work place -- you are still my God.  

It is well...

First Harvest

There I was in the garden, just a puttering away, when I saw...

cayenne peppers!  It's my first harvest of the year! 

After I brought them inside and washed them, I think I probably should have left a couple of them on the plant just a tad longer.  

Oh well, they are strung up and hung up to dry.  Next time I won't be so impatient.   Let me rephrase that, next time I'll try not to be so impatient.  

And look!  Some of my banana peppers are starting to fully ripen, too. 

You can actually pick them while they're still yellow, which is what I did last year and the year before.  But, one of the gardening videos I watched said that if you let them turn red before picking them, they'll be sweeter and not have that peppery tang.  My mind interprets that as they'll taste less like a bell pepper.  

I don't like bell peppers.  I have gotten to where I can eat them, but they're not my favorite.  When I was a kid, I hated them so much I used to tell people I was allergic just so I wouldn't accidentally get something with bell peppers in them.  I do like sweet banana peppers, though.  They add just the right amount of crunch to a chicken salad.  Most of mine will end up getting pickled, though.  I've got more than I'll be able to eat before they spoil.  

In other news, I had a bit of insomnia last night, so I made the best of it and finished reading The Museum Of Second Chances.   I really enjoyed this one -- much more than I thought I would.  It's going to be released July 1, but I got an early copy through the Kindle First Reads deal.  Now, I'm back to plodding my way through Bunker Hill:  A City, A Siege, and A Revolution, by Nathaniel Philbrick.  I'm about 100% sure this will be the last of his books I read, and I'm only reading this one because I'd already bought it.  Oh, it's not a bad book, but it's not exactly edge-of-your-seat reading. 

At work this morning, Group Leader Shark went on a tear in the morning meeting, and it's about time if you ask me.  What had happened was, one of the other brazers had gotten an order in which one of the adapter tubes was bent wrong.  The funny thing is, last week, I had two orders with the exact same part bent in the exact same way.  

We decided to go tell GLS, and she said something about needing to get someone to check the programs in that particular machine.  I said, "Yeah, but if they'd done a first piece inspection like they're supposed to, they'd have caught it before running the entire order wrong."  Then the other brazer said, "Or does that whole first piece inspection requirement only apply to us (brazers)."  To which I added, "Because it sure feels like it," and pointed out that Demi-god also had an order with parts bent wrong that he was going to have to get re-done. 

 So, at the meeting, GLS said that from now on, when we get an entire order done wrong, we have to put the re-work in through the dispatcher so that the quality department can keep track, and for us brazers to take the parts back to whoever did it wrong, and they can write up the scrap tickets.  She said that if they get tired of writing up their scrap, they'll learn to pay attention.   She told them, "It's not fair for them (the brazers) to have to keep writing up your scrap!" 

That's exactly what I've been saying since we started this!  Will it work?  We shall see...

And finally, I still haven't watched a World Cup game, but if I did, this would be me. 

Anybody know how the American team is doing?  

Success!

I guess it's true what they say, the seventh time is a charm.  

Yes, someone messaged me late last night saying she wanted the kitten, and unlike the first six who'd done so but didn't follow through, she actually took him!  

In all fairness, two of the first six were in Michigan, so I probably shouldn't count them.  One of my old schoolmates had shared my post, but neglected to specify where the kitten was. 

I met them -- her, her daughter, and a handful of grandkids -- at Walmart, and they just oohed and cooed over how cute he was.  They thanked me profusely, saying they'd been looking for a kitten, and I thanked them for giving him a home, because I did not want to take that sweet baby to the pound.   I feel like a tremendous weight has been lifted off my shoulders. 

For what it's worth, there is a rescue here in town, but it is full to the brim and not taking any more animals.

Other than that, it's been a very quiet day.  I've spent most of it watching Cranford on the Roku channel.  I love period dramas, and that is one I can watch over and over again.  That being said, there really isn't much else to say, so I'll just leave you with this. 

My Viking ancestors crossed the Altantic in an open boat, using a makeshift compass. 

Today, things have come to this...

Word is, they've confiscated so much ranch from carry-ons, they could restock an H.E.B.  Oh, it's been so much fun watching them discover the real America, not the false image they've been fed by the media.  

And with that, my post for today is done.   Back to watching Cranford...

Laters.

I Don't Understand

Here I've been posting on Facebook for four days trying to find this kitten a home, practically begging people to take him, but so far no one has wanted him.  Even the people who have said they'd take him have ghosted me when I ask where I can meet them to bring him to them.  

So this morning, someone else posts that they'd found two kittens doing a DoorDash delivery and did anyone want them.  Almost immediately, someone responds that she wants those kittens.  I don't understand what I'm doing wrong.  Why are these other people getting responses, but I'm not?  

Then, someone else calls me satanic for saying that if the kitten is not adopted, it will have to be put down.  Believe me, I do not want to do that.  Just the thought of it is making me so sick I can't even eat.  Still, what are the alternatives?  But this person says she doesn't understand why tom cats can't just be allowed to be strays instead of this satanic killing of our modern satanic policies -- whatever that is supposed to mean.  

Apparently, no one ever told her where baby kittens come from -- not to mention that if I put this kitten outside, because he's way too young to fend for himself, he would almost certainly starve to death, if he didn't get run over or killed by a dog or coyote first.  Then, if he did somehow survive to adulthood, he would face a life of hunger, parasites, disease, and the risk of being run over, all while fathering a few hundred more unwanted kittens that would also need to be rounded up and most likely euthanized.  

I'd said I was going to get up and take him down to the farmer's market and see if I could find someone there who would take him, but right about the time things were getting started, some pretty strong storms rolled through.  They actually did still have the market, but I didn't go.  Maybe if no one has gotten him by next Saturday, I'll try again, but sadly his time is running out.  If I don't find a home for him soon, I'll have to take him to the pound, and we all know what that means.  

I'm really starting to regret picking the little thing up in the first place, and I'll tell you one thing, I'll never do it again!  

Because of the rain, I didn't really get much done today, but I did get a hat finished. 

Yarn:  Red Heart Bitty Stripes

Colorway:  Crayon Box

Pattern:  Basic Beanie

Needles:  US 8 / 5 mm

I haven't really done much else today, except laundry, and I'm sure you don't want to hear about that.  I suppose I really ought to make myself eat something, but I don't know what I want.  Has anyone ever tried Factor?  I've been thinking about it, because I really need to eat better, but when I get home from work, I just don't feel like cooking.  Some days, even the thought of putting something into the air fryer is simply too much for me.  A healthy, microwaveable meal would be just the ticket.  

OK, I just looked up how much they cost, and wow!  I won't be going with Factor.  Let me go see if I still have a Banquet in the freezer...

And put on an episode of Cranford.  

Laters...