Well, yes, good.

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To the post office.  Wasn't sure I'd make it.  Just in the nick of time.  There were supposed to be several packages in, but the one that was most important was there.  I thought I'd just return home.  Upon further reflection, as I tuned the ignition key, I realized that, time and me being what we are, that either I go or scrub the notion.  As well, while quite warm at noon, it would only get hotter through the day.  So... I went.

In looking for pepperoni, I looked online.  Amazon, for example, had... four boxes for $25(ish).  That... seemed mighty steep, but then I hadn't priced them in stores.  Oh, it wasn't a luxury brand, mind you, just... mainstream commercial... hormel's I believe.  Wow.  In the store?  those four boxes for, say, $5 and change.  I only looked online because I was having such poor luck finding them in the stores.  Me?  Temp outages?  Not sure.  I found them today, in stock and many varieties.  I grabbed a number of brands and will rate them as I eat them.  To be honest I do not expect a great difference.  Still, you never know until you try... and prices were close enough.  How common any is, is another thing entirely.

I got all my needs, and tried to keep it small.  Even so, $100.  But that has enough goods to finish off meals for a week, probably two, with all else.

In the checkout aisle, an attractive, fit, woman was behind me.  Initially she seemed, how to put it... frigid.  No skin off my nose, nor worry.  As I was bantering with the clerk, and another woman who arrived for a price check, then to bag, and ended up with questions about kale, the woman behind me... seemed to have forgotten her scorn and... enjoined in spirit... almost nodding when appropriate, or smiling when that was correct.  I noticed lightly, trying not to intrude.  Though, eventually, I slipped and really noticed.  A smiling attractive woman is... more attractive by heaps... and I am only a man.  She, then, remembered that, I suppose, I am, to women, or certain women, a person non gratis.  And went a bit stony again.  Still, while she could present the face, she couldn't offer that in tongue or spirit, not minding having to wait, even on a hot day, even a bit just for the banter... to finish a few topics.  Reminded me of a scene from a movie... only think nice looking blonde dame.

I have everything ready for meatzza, plus salad fixings and grapes.  I am having guests for dinner.  Well, not FOR dinner, to dinner?  Unless a steer can be considered a guest?  No bull?  That goes in at about 5:30.  The lettuce has already been shredded, cherry tomatoes and all washed, and bagged in the reefer until time, as with the grapes.  And a gallon of milk, fresh as I could get, is ready to be spilled for the drink of the night.

Not bad.  Wasn't sure I'd be able to pull much off.  I am ready for the weekend, if my day isn't quite done.  Even after the meal, I need to at least pull the bones from the stock, split the stock into two big pots, and either keep it going until morning, then let it cool as I wash the containers, or... No "or".  That IS what I have to do.  I've been pushing.  That is fine.  But not tonight, or even this weekend.  I will do that, and maybe extra cleaning beyond all of that.  Sunday I am going to staple my butt to a chair.  For God's sake.  No pun, may He strike me down otherwise.  Well, no pun right 'chere.  There might be puns almost anywhere else.  And worse.

Iced tea, more soon, and a rest until 5:15.  Then just putting it together, puttting it in at the right time, and then timing it out and layering at the right time.  Later.