Indigestible food for thought...

Heavy rains last night. Then again this afternoon. Good day for writing, though. A lot accomplished in a short time.

Did a little painting out in the garage, preparing for week (sigh) ten of the renovation. Had to stop when the deluge began.

Grocery shopping this evening. With no oven, no stove, and only a microwave to work with, the spectrum of edible food narrows considerably--each pre-packaged entrée taking on a shade so uniquely and horrifyingly its own, you find you find yourself explaining the reason for its purchase with the checkout clerk.

That said, Swanson’s pork and gravy for dinner!