The score at half-time
Sunday, March 6th, 2011 12:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniBraved the puddles and the rain-slicked ice to drive to the grocery store. Advertised gasoline price at Bob's Country Market, $3.58 for Regular -- and a bargain it is, compared to Libby's Store, selling Da Reg at $3.59.
At the grocery, the 2/$5 loaves are now 2/$6 loaves. I sense a trend. Obviously, we need to get back to making our own bread.
So anyway, back home now, the groceries stowed, and the checkbook wiped out. Steve says fish for dinner; I say, why not?
In the meantime, I'm for the couch, 30-ish pages of "Intelligent Design" and a red pen in hand. I expect the Coon Cat Editorial Team to offer their usual weighty assistance.
Oh! Today -- well, tonight -- is the First Day of the Sleep Diary. I'm thinking I'd better delegate that to Scrabble, or it won't get done.
At the grocery, the 2/$5 loaves are now 2/$6 loaves. I sense a trend. Obviously, we need to get back to making our own bread.
So anyway, back home now, the groceries stowed, and the checkbook wiped out. Steve says fish for dinner; I say, why not?
In the meantime, I'm for the couch, 30-ish pages of "Intelligent Design" and a red pen in hand. I expect the Coon Cat Editorial Team to offer their usual weighty assistance.
Oh! Today -- well, tonight -- is the First Day of the Sleep Diary. I'm thinking I'd better delegate that to Scrabble, or it won't get done.
