To town.

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Groceries.  A lot of them.  A few veggies, several cheeses, a lot of meat.  Pasta was on a very good sale.  I bught twelve pounds, three types.  That should last six months.  I love it but it is a treat as if it was a donut, or six.  Which, *cough*, never mind.  Nothing fancy, it was just good to be out.  Missed paying the bill, if I might figure even that out before Monday.  I will have to write a bunch of checks while at it.

It's a pleasant fall, weatherwise.  Sure helps make the prospect of winter seem less daunting.  Though I already like winter so some claim foul.  Hush, woman.  ;p  If I can keep up, I would like to hit some yardwork before the chance is gone.  I hate waking just as opportunity is slipping, but with more vital things required first, and with such limited capacity as is.  I'll try.  Raking, putting up tools and hoses, and just looking around, a home captain's duty, and desire in my case.  May not mean much but it does mean something.


Good night.