keep a food gournal

three boiled, pickled eggs!
handful of tater tots, cold

earlier: hotdog, cheerios, salad, peanut butter and crackers.

Angus Burger, smothered in hot BBQ sauce with a big slab of vidalia and bedded on romaine. Mmmmmm.

then a burrito breakfast, with two cups iced tea.

Guess what lunch will be.

peanut butter sandwich, small portion cole slaw, brunch. More iced tea, for it is warm and humid.

We went out fer a sit-down meal in a nicer atmosphere than the usual: An Italian restaurant and bar that serves pizza, not the other way around. The place was pretty much empty, and when it came the pizza perfectly fine. (The service was a bit less than stellar.)

extra pickle and onion. “It’s a salad!” I cried! This morn, two energy drinks. Not the good kind, but the kind that is healthy and I am sluggish. I’ll make a jug-o-tea today instead.

Then I’ll finish a dream again. It’s a different ending each time but there is always extra and I cry “It’s a salad!” each time.

I’ve plugged in the heat gun and am ready to make more good progress, keep plugging and plugging, for her, for us, as I want everything ready and honourable and paintable. Load-0-Laundry underway too. It’s gonna be a good day!

cole slaw, chicken soup, rye bread with butter and baked beans. Comfort, comfort, comfort food!

bowl of chicken soup, heaping mound of cole slaw with fennel seeds and it is good.

on rye, cheddar, toasted, with a huge amount of romaine laid in.

Supper, very late: buy one whopper get a second free.

Breakfast, early: The lady ahead of me said you go first, you’ve only got…. I looked at her and she was beautiful in her early morning kindness, though I cannot tell you what she looked like and I lifted one heavy lid and said O! Thank you! Then the clerk scanned my card and said, you get a free cuppacino today. It is time!_ Then two muffin sandwiches with egg and cheese, one free because I had a coupon laying in the back seat of the vehicle that somebody left behind for me to find like a chocolate Easter egg or Stanley Cup.

It’s been a great lucky day so far. When I next go out I will buy a lottery ticket.

And I when find the beautiful Ms. R, shortly, I’ll smooch her awake and whisper in a raspy voice like Clint Eastwood This punk feels lucky today. Given the way it’s going we are gonna be WAYYyyyyyy past the next horizons by noonish! And by Sunday (join me! Darling!) It’ll be trans-Atlantic and to the moon too.