recap
Not much of a weekend to speak of. Friday and Saturday nights were spent at home, alone. The days were spent cleaning: dusting cabinet tops, vacuuming the carpet, hosing out the plastic trash can and floor mats (for desk chairs on wheels, to protect the carpet), running loads of dishes through the dishwasher, and running loads of clothes through the washer and dryer. Friday's dinner was a dozen chocolate chip cookies, Saturday's was a chicken breast and steamed broccoli and carrots (and, no: I don't know what had the vegetables so upset; maybe the fruits' parents said they had to get married -- they can't elope), and tonight ... tonight, I have no idea. I have sandwich steaks, ground sirloin, and more chicken breasts in the freezer, though, to choose from.