Raided

Other than the persistent breeze, which rarely ceased, today was pretty much the same as yesterday. It was more like yesterday than I wanted, in fact, as my shopping trip had to be canceled and I stayed home all day. I'll go tomorrow instead. But that means that the dinner I was going to have tonight is still stuck in the store— or, worse, has been bought by someone else is is now being devoured by them! Sure, I'll get a different copy of the same thing tomorrow, but it won't really be the same. Tonight's dinner is gone forever, and I cant help feeling just a bit resentful.

Though I'm a bit hungrier than resentful, as I'm having a hard time deciding what to eat instead. The stuff I have on hand is all more of the same stuff that I had earlier this week, and I was ready for something different. I wasn't intending to have any repeats for a couple of days yet. Missing a shopping trip doesn't usually lead to such a conundrum, but the nephew has been around raiding my larder quite a bit recently, and I've run out of several things, severely limiting my choices. Times like this I wish I was a cannibal. Then I could just slaughter and eat the nephew. There'd be and awful lot of leftovers, though, he's grown so fat on his scrounged food.

Ah, well. I can always boil some pasta. I'm sure I've got some olive oil and Parmesan cheese to put on it. There won't be much to go with it, though, and I'm out of beer so nothing to wash it down with but fruit juice and sparkling water. There is some vodka stashed away of course, so maybe I'll just drink and pass out. Good to know I have options.


( Sunday Verse )