TAKEOUT CHICKEN in Postcards 4

One of the fake cannons on the Surprise.

We were both tired after our day of socialization Saturday.

We did have tickets to the new “Victoria and Abdul” matinee on Sunday, so I packed half a sandwich, and off we went. It’s visually stunning. It hits you powerfully with its authentic scenery and costuming. The colors are marvelous. The acting is touching. But once is enough.

Again I dozed at the computer when we got home. Just think how much better I would have felt if I had gone to bed. Silly me. Coffee is not the solution.

I have to confess that something has gone wrong with the me that once loved to cook. My cooking hatred seems to have grown to a truly idiotic level. Perhaps I am just being reactive to the new dietary restrictions. Combining three restrictive diets has brought me to a halt. I’m putting together a shopping list this morning that hopefully will please all those restrictions yet fill my stomach with some sense of joy.

Perhaps a takeout chicken? LOL
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• Himself: The usual Monday work chaos acerbated by a doctor’s appointment at 10ish for his knee. Meeting.


• Herself: Pool, writing, shopping for groceries, hunting up day of the dead fabrics, reading, cooking, reading, and TV


• Reading: Skimmed on 70’s Stevenson that read really dated, reading another now that’s totally captivating.


• Captain Poolie: In and out of a car, and walked to and from her front door by herself.


• Gratitude’s: That right now life is being kind.