No cow juice in a bag
Averted a possible crisis earlier; found the app which will allow me to place a checkmark [ ✔ ] in a message on the iPad. Close call…
This was another Internet-free afternoon (thanks to my ISP). Called them, and jumped the hoops: “Did you reset your router?”, etc. Only after the scripted portion of the call had passed did the agent admit that there was an outage in my sector, and a service team was enroute. Meanwhile, the smartphone had already been pressed into service as a hotpoint. Else, how would I have looked up the number to call? Technology at its basic level.
The panned (think canned) lasagna we had served up for supper a day or so ago was actually much better in reheat. Odd how that works. As long as there’s a functional microwave oven, we can eat.
Received a message from the “person with the car” asking if we needed milk at the market. The affirmative answer didn’t get through; yogurt, veggies, celery. No cow juice in a bag. I returned to that market, with that car. Now, all is well.
The eastern seaboard (funny how Americans refer to their beachfront property) is bracing for a winter storm of “historic proportions”. Nothing headed this way, but I might slip out and get some storm chips. Just in case. Prepared, etc.
Spent the afternoon reading from a forum on generator installations. Based on the photos provided by the suitably bemused, there are a lot of people who don’t understand basic construction techniques. Be very, very frightened.
