A long way from the county line
Spent the last couple of hours taking care of a small roast of beef. Smells good, but I’ve decided to up my game for the next time. I went on Amazon and ordered one of those seven-position roaster racks.
I didn’t know, until quite recently, just how much stuff Amazon has available. All countries confused, the SKU total is into “hundreds of millions”; unique items, not quantities sold. That number is just plainly irrational. One estimate puts the company on the receiving line of one third of transactions. Of course, just like the number of people who attended the recent inaugural sideshow, there’s no way of determining the accuracy. I’m going with “they’re great, already”.
Went downstairs to see if I could notice a trend in my ongoing FTP tests, and promptly went to sleep in that comfortable bed in the next room. Like something out of a Goldilocks tale. I’m no closer to a solution, but I’m feeling rested.
A while back (OK, a very long time ago) I was officially named. The person who acted as my sponsor showed up at the door for a brief visit this afternoon. I did not see that one coming. Thankfully, I recognized him. Not sure if he was able to answer the same thing for me. Might have been the clothes; no more swaddled look, and more hair. Oh, and the glasses. I’m sure that the first time around, I wasn’t yet spectacled. Anyhow, this might be the first and last visit he makes here, so I’m drawing attention to the occasion. I live a long way from the county line.
