Bland supper
This evening, supper will be fish cakes. Nothing home made; these are the factory model. Even the dog isn’t particularly interested in my choice. Maybe with some butter, and a mustardy sauce, I can turn this into something beyond bland.
Busy watching the breeze blow. Sure, there’s not much to see, but the other choice was to stare at the inside of my eyelids. Oh, I probably did that as well; napping is an art form. The dog decided that sleeping on the lawn was his choice for an afternoon, and who was I to argue with canine common sense.
The other member of the household is off to the city, to see my sibling. I would have gone, but with the new misunderstanding in society about dogs and security, I couldn’t let him fall into the hands of vigilantes. Better to be here. Who knew that cloudy autumn days were so prized for getting away.
Let’s check the headlines. Oh… slight delay while I empty the oven and find the butter. There. If only I had some chowchow.
The Internet was slowe(er) this morning, with Bell Aliant customers in eastern Canada crying foul. I went so far as to run a speed test. Alas, no alternate universe effect. My top speed remains but a fraction of what the advertising promised. Hard to get more upset, though. The only game in town. Perhaps if the customers who have the most to lose (the few that actually get what they’re supposed to) complain, the government will realize that free enterprise doesn’t do well with utilities.
