Fish bowl.
Me and said brain have been pummelled all day by CFS. Had a nap or two. Not a luxury. Just a relief from pain, if sleep can be accomplished. But, this ended up being a cooking day. It's a good thing, as humidity and heat will be rising tomorrow. I am hoping to do mowing, etc., tomorrow.
Some guy yelled as I was going inside, apparently at me. I stepped back out to look around, and also out the front door. Usually, I ignore stuff like that, until I put my foot down. And, if I spot the guy, I might walk up to him and chew him out in a delightful way, hoping to kill him if he asks me too, but only if I am feeling up to it. Because, what is yelling supposed to do? I either don't regard it or don't respect it. This might have been the narcissist next door, yelling out his window. But I thought it might have been someone across the street. Of course, it could have had nothing to do with me. I always err on the latter side, unless I notice pattern over time.
Yesterday, I put a piece of croaker in water, and into the fridge - to defrost. Checked it today - the whole thing had frozen! But, I tell you, that two pounds of fish was a great deal.
So, today,,, Let's see... Did a little work w/ computer. Nap/s. Washed dishes. Did recyclables. Diluted coffee creamer. Heated up the pot of soup. Had a bowl of soup. Boiled broccoli in that pot of soup - delicious! Now I am boiling dog's chicken in the pot of soup. After it cools down, I skim off the fat, and keep the soup going. It's bottomless. The piece of croaker and the dog's catfish are defrosting in the tub. I will cook them later. The reaps "fish juice" which I pour over my dog's dinners. Also in the tub is some 'milk' which I will add to my mix when it is defrosted.
I spend two thirds of my available life processing food. In one way or another. Dog gets something, let's see, 4x a day. He's getting fat again. And a little neurotic. This will not do.
Some guy yelled as I was going inside, apparently at me. I stepped back out to look around, and also out the front door. Usually, I ignore stuff like that, until I put my foot down. And, if I spot the guy, I might walk up to him and chew him out in a delightful way, hoping to kill him if he asks me too, but only if I am feeling up to it. Because, what is yelling supposed to do? I either don't regard it or don't respect it. This might have been the narcissist next door, yelling out his window. But I thought it might have been someone across the street. Of course, it could have had nothing to do with me. I always err on the latter side, unless I notice pattern over time.
Yesterday, I put a piece of croaker in water, and into the fridge - to defrost. Checked it today - the whole thing had frozen! But, I tell you, that two pounds of fish was a great deal.
So, today,,, Let's see... Did a little work w/ computer. Nap/s. Washed dishes. Did recyclables. Diluted coffee creamer. Heated up the pot of soup. Had a bowl of soup. Boiled broccoli in that pot of soup - delicious! Now I am boiling dog's chicken in the pot of soup. After it cools down, I skim off the fat, and keep the soup going. It's bottomless. The piece of croaker and the dog's catfish are defrosting in the tub. I will cook them later. The reaps "fish juice" which I pour over my dog's dinners. Also in the tub is some 'milk' which I will add to my mix when it is defrosted.
I spend two thirds of my available life processing food. In one way or another. Dog gets something, let's see, 4x a day. He's getting fat again. And a little neurotic. This will not do.