Breakfast Sandwich. If I could make one wish and have it granted right this minute- it would be this breakfast sandwich. I love an oozy egg yolk. I would prefer bacon to the ham. But would eat the ham.
So, here we are on Monday- the first Monday of the New Year. I don't really need groceries. So I am skipping the usual Monday grocery and Library visits. G feels he needs orange juice and shredded Parm. He can wait a few days.
My neighbor across the street has had several home tests be negative. But she has read that she could be positive again after her 5 day quarantine....... and test positive again in the remaining 9 days. So she is driving to Walmart - the drive thru- to pick up an additional box of antigen test kits. One a day. She must be really anxious to get back out there mingling with people. I think she was letting me know I could stop picking up her mail and tucking it in her screen door. Masked.
I slept late and husband got up early and then took a nap before even finishing breakfast. He just woke up. 1:30 pm. I put his uneaten yogurt back in the fridge.
I had very very strange dreams. Very. Strange. Too strange to write down here.
But I remember them. Yep........hard to forget them.
Patriots Won. The Jaguar quarterback sure loves his hair. That was ...... not my dream. The guy should stop with the hair. Really.
We also watched the Bengals. Cincinnati. That quarterback...wow beating the Chiefs. And Tom Brady even managed to pull one back from disaster with the Jets and we were watching when AB had his breakdown strip show. We were eating the Football Pizza I almost forgot to make. And it was a great Pizza. And the football, while stranger than Truth- was entertaining.
My sports tv people are back from two weeks of vacation time. So...good times.
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