Something about travelling means you spend the day after your return doing laundry load after load. Clean sheets, clean shirts, socks, the works.
And making bread for a dinner with Swanda tonight:
Yes, the rolls sort of look like dog turd. The fact that they are rye doesn’t help the look any. But tasty.
Before dinner was picking up a package a new monitor for the living room server. Now if I can just find a driver to use it in the vertical position.
Speaking of dinner here is part of a decimated steak, the cole slaw already gone.
I’d originally planned on making bar-b-qued chicken (in the oven), but Swanda pleaded for steaks after this trip to CanadaLand and the condo in Victoria shared with a pescatarian he was jonezing for some dead cow. I actually took this picture send to Bug (the non-pescatarian guest).
No time for Yuke lessons tonight.
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