Sometimes I cannot stop the mirth. I am only a comic book character, after all.

As mentioned, I left a message for the Q.O.D. and went to bed after that last post which was about 2:17 or something. I slept like a babe, urhm, or a babe that sleeps soundly anyway. I awoke at 4:56 for unknown reasons, then settled and fell back to sleep, planning to awaken at 8:00 or 9:00. No such luck. At 7:23 I get a call asking when I called. Oh, that, it was about 2:15 or something. In the afternoon, is the question. No, last late night or early morning, whichever is your preferred referencing system. Ah, I hear, that is a weird time to call. Yes, one might think so, I agree. However, I add, I had just finished the bread so I knew it was done and I figured you would get the message and do as you pleased, which, you are doing, correct? Yes, I hear. Do you have butter? Why, yes, I believe I do. Then, I will be right over. *click*… *ring*… Hello? Do you have coffee? Yes. Then, I will be right over. *click*

Upon her arrival, she inspects the bread. I am almost surprised she did not produce and use a microscope, spectrometer, and a few other tools. Ah, probably cost prohibitive. She looks, touches, smells, weighs in her hand, and looks up and around to find me. White bread? White bread again but not a question this time, but she inquires with her eyes. Yes, white bread. Hmph, well, I will try some anyway. Go ahead little one, wade right in. I may or may not get to whole wheat or partial whole wheat, I went with this to see if I could do it at all. Nibble, nibble, she ate the first few tastes as if being forced to eat her peas at a dinner table in always was and never will be again land by her horrible parents or such. Then, not so much. She cut a piece and ate it right there. Then another was cut and consumed, and I do not believe she lost a crumb. I cannot be sure how much she ended consuming, nor do I worry. That she liked it, and was hooked, was quite the thing. She did slow long enough to go play her computer word game, returning to the kitchen a time or two to lighten the loaf, and commented that this, indicating the bread, will make her fat. It took more impulse control at that point than any can imagine. A submarine captain having a whole enemy fleet stop, weigh anchor, having a full compliment of torpedoes all right there for you. You get everything loaded up and are about to sink as many of those ships as possible, and right as you are about to order the attack, an urgent missive from Washington with orders not to fire. No, the war is not over, they just want to check some data, and feel bad about this or that. I hate Washington. So, the squirrel nibbled her bits, played her game, and washed her rags (her excuse for coming over, after I had declared fresh bread and cheese) without losing a single solitary battle ship. She got a couple of fresh cups of French press, enjoyed all but the cheese, and then headed off to wherever she headed off. I really enjoy some of the local fauna.

Well, I am awake and moving, albeit it slowly. Getting up an hour or two early is a good thing. Since my grooming is complete, I may see if the neighbors are home and see if they might have an interest in a few loaves of bread. Hmm, I might inquire as to the potential interest of their direct neighbors in receiving bread as well.

Not much else on the agenda. I will just see how the day plays out. I have a few things I am pondering, a few lists that are a bit dated but still in play, several interests, and a few needs yet to obtain. As well, while the local fauna was scarffing my horrible food, she indicated the day for our wilderness wandering event. So, I will need a few items. I should be able to acquire a cast iron legged grill, upon which I may cook either with implements or much as a barbeque grill. As well, I will want a sleeping pad, perhaps a waterproof bag, and I will have to see if a ground cloth came with my tent or not. All of these will go to my long term equipment needs, but I had hoped to save money this month. I will just have to see what I can do, save elsewhere, and bite the bullet a bit. It is life, and not a bad one.

Oh, now to go out and get in some kind of trouble or other. Hmm, I have not been golfing, fishing, or hiking in some time. There is the confession situation which needs tending. Laundry could be done, along with a little of the storage sorting chore that remains on my extra list. At least the general feel of the cave is good, and the kitchen is smiling, clean, and smells of bread. I am still not quite awake, which is not helping. Decisions. Decisions without a notion or clue. I guess whatever happens, looking back on it later, will just have happened.