Local alarm clock variation
A local version of an alarm clock: a cold dog nose to the armpit. Gets you up and moving. In this case, a quick march up the road and back, to take care of basic needs (on the part of the dog) and give me a chance to “feed” the local mosquitoes. Not nearly as much fun as it sounds. The bugs figured out that the dog was as much a donor as yours truly, and that prompted a little more speed from the chief inspector of roadside odours.
After making bread, I decided to try my cinnamon roll recipe. What I learned is that the new oven “runs fast”. I didn’t exactly burn my two trays of effort, but they all have a dark sole. Son #3 suggested going straight to compost and making another batch; I decided to sample my wares. Edible. I’ll let this effort pass, and resolve to do better on the next run. There’s a substantial economy possible here, given that I can produce $16 worth in one run.
Company, from across the water, has arrived. New voice, new conversation material. Fun. This will also serve as a “first” try for the Murphy bed. I spent last evening getting the bed made and adding the elastic band that holds everything together during the ninety degree shift. Seems to work as planned.
Crude oil dropped below $43 today. That seems to upset certain people in high places. I guess they measure their wealth on how much the rest of us pay for essentials. Ate they robbers or pirates?
