I am not the only one
A quiet supper. The dog is convinced that my roast beef and cheese sandwich really belongs to him, and has goe off to sulk in a corner. Imagine how excited he would be if I now prepared one just for him. Not going to; he doesn’t share kibble so there are limits.
Went to the local government service centre this morning, and renewed my license for another couple of years. Shorter than the mandated three, but I sort of neglected to see them, a year ago, and now I’m repaying my debt to society. Going forward, I’m joining a mailing list that will remind me about the proper date. I had expected more of a reprimand, but it seems that “I am not the only one”. After all, there are no new privileges in a renewal. Just a charge against my bank account.
We followed that civic victory with lunch in a local restaurant (fresh haddock). Due to shakeups in the business world, there was only one place available on a foggy fall day. Hard times ahead. My home sandwiches might be required fare, unless we want to forage farther afield.
Apparently the wind and rain outside is the remnant of a hurricane from earlier this week. Nothing substantial, unless your trade involves harvesting spuds. I am willing to bet that some of the local fields are too wet, by far. Hate to see a sudden frost take the profit margin away, after getting through a long, dry summer. Farming is not for the faint of heart.
