Aside from sleeping in until 0800 (0800! Like Iâ€™m fookinâ€™ Retired), and â€œcoming downâ€ with something that has it impossible for me to get more than 18 steps away from the bathroom (sure hope it ainâ€™t my new batch of chili!), itâ€™s raining fairly well and windy outside. Joy.
Started gathering all the â€œstuffâ€ I need to can my chili, and found only 25 pint jars (small mouth) and NO lids. No lids; figures. And I canâ€™t go to Safeway for fear of having to hose out the inside of my truck when I get back. Damn. So I messaged SWMBO and sheâ€™s going to pick some up on her way home tonight.
Wanted to make a dump run too. Not.
Nope. Shouldnâ€™t use that word right now. May set something off. And â€œdump runâ€ is evocative â€¦