A post-apocalyptic menu in mind
Look outside. Not today, too much fog (if this was an airport, etc), but maybe tomorrow. The wind is blowing steadily, and whatever precipitation is falling hasn’t been registering in the rain gauge. Blowing sideways. The dog set the pace for the day, reminding me that naps are good for everything.
In France, the people decided that they didn’t need their own trumpette; the young guy won handily. Not sure what that means, but it can’t be all bad. And I still have the nap option.
Ottawa and Montreal are both learning about the benefits of too much waterfront. Here, I played with one of those “if the sea levels rise by twenty meters” websites; we’d be safe, long after the big cities are reduced to “Venice on a budget” lifestyles. I knew that we would be, but just in case I’m investigating the cost of a few goats and hens. Those are amphibious animals, right? Oh, substitute the hens for ducks, in that case. Still a good dietary source of eggs, later to be roast(ed) with gravy. Planning a menu for the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, there are still a lot of books to be read. I’ve been lax, but knowing that I only have a few decades to get through a few hundred thousand titles is inspiring. And at this point in life, I’ll never have to present a “book report” in front of the class, ever. School prepared me for things that turned out to be irrelevant. I wonder if I can get my money back.
