Wednesday: friend coming for supper
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100% chance of rain today, but when I went out on 7H porch just after seven o'clock this morning (I'm trying to work into a new habit of sleeping later), there was a delightful unseasonally cool breeze coming from the east. A spring or autumn breeze. Linda fixed oatmeal (I eat my oatmeal either plain from the pot, or with NoSalt and maybe black pepper, or (as today) with broken up raw unsalted walnut pieces. Adds a bit of crunch, eh? Am I a big oatmeal fan? I'm a big eggs and bacon fan, or eggs and fried catfish or fried mullet fan. Or, when at Golden Corral, eggs and fried chicken drumstick fan, does that answer your question? A second magic mug of hot & black because even at half past nine the brain is still foggy. It's another FuroEighty day. We're about to make a trip up to Bill's Grocery, which I can see from my study office den window, and probably could walk as long as I'm pushing my red convertible. Age was creeping up on me, but of late seems