It is Wednesday, right? I sort of slept so long that it could be Thursday and I would not be surprised. I had a couple of beers last night... for a change actually just a couple... and after Monday's terrible night of sleep, my wife decided to take a couple of anti-anxiety pills. She'd got a prescription, and she could take them several times a day, but in practice she takes one or two at a time one or two times a month when she really needs them. So there's extras, and she offered me a couple. For some stupid reason, I said "yes" and I was off on a journey into SleepySpace.
I woke up at around 11-11:30, and luckily the dog hadn't crapped all over the house. Double lucky since we just switched her from the good dog food to the excellent dog food and her tummy is having a hard time adapting to good-quality kibble. First I tossed Tuesday's chicken carcass into the stock pot to simmer, and then I went back to bed around 12:30, and slept until 5:30. Yay? Whipped up a quick Shepherd's Pie for dinner, and figured I'd have a few more beers to help me get to sleep tonight since I slept the whole day.
And then it starts raining.
Having spent most of the last decade in Florida, at the first sound of thunder I start getting ready. Not anything fancy, but I make sure things are in the fridge that need to go in the fridge, I plug in all the rechargeable stuff, that sort of thing. Best of all, I have rechargeable cordless tool batteries that run a small flashlight, and each battery is good for a few solid hours of light. Great news, except for the new constant in my life:
It always rains the night before trash day. Always.
So here I've got this sloppy mess of chicken bones, meat, connective tissue, and skin to throw away. Don't want to leave it in the trash can to stink up the house, and before it stinks it will drive the dog nuts with the scents of concentrated nummy. I can stick it outside, but I really need it out and to the alley to be taken away, because the last think I need is vultures and stray cats circling my house. So I dragged the trashcan out in the rain, through the mud, out to the alley. Joy.
At least we''ll have excellent soup for Friday night. There's nothing better on Earth than Joe soup, because it starts with love, and a slow-roasted chicken carcass.