What do you know?  My dog likes cashews!  No way I will feed him any.  But, since I've switched to halves-and-pieces, it is common that parts of cashews leap from my fingers in desperate attempts to flee.  So, it's OK if my dog picks up any of those that might hit the floor.  Most of them are running around on a window ledge.

( gesundheit! )

Unusual, this time of morning, I had eggs and coffee. I have a tiny square frying pan, which turns out two eggs in an adorable, shit-together square. (One square egg fits nicely into a sandwich). And I cook them slowly, which is the best way to make tasty eggs. But I am only doing this to feed my hobbling, pain-addled brain. Sometimes, it is ( Read more... )

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