Nothing. I’m trying to decide whether to make lamb curry tonight or tomorrow night — I think tomorrow — and whether or not I need a sweater. It was really warm this morning, but it’s getting colder as I sit here. I think that’s what they predicted on the weather last night.
Garry and I each had a big slice of Owen’s great homemade wheat bread for breakfast. Homemade bread is more like a real meal than just bread. Garry got through both slices. I faded at 1-1/2. There’s nothing “fluffy” about homemade bread. It’s definitely real food.
I don’t have anything much to say except that the cold is coming on and my bones don’t much like it. I read the first part of an article from AARP about COVID in which descriptions of the symptoms are just about every symptom I have already from something else or from something chronic. I think I’m just going to wait this out and hope they get the vaccine here sooner rather than later. I also realized that this is the first year we didn’t watch anything seasonal on television. We just went back to watching “The Queen” and trying to figure out the relationships in the family — who slept with who and who is descended from or cousin to or niece of, or perhaps, nephew. Oh what a tangled web they wove.
Have a nice relaxing day. Don’t go shopping. Keep warm (or, if you’re on the other side of the world, cool) and hope this year will not become several years and by next Thanksgiving, we’ll have something significant for which to be grateful! I’m counting on it.