I Tell Ya...

Shiny!

Sparkling Isolation is starting to wear on me, one day seems much like another, but Friday, yesterday, the very 1st of May, while it started rather dreary, blossomed into a simply gorgeous day. Made it tough to sit inside and bash away at the old laptop, but I persevered. At one point I thought to take the machine outside, sit in the sun and work that way. But the ergonomics were all wrong. So I stayed in the Command Center and gutted it out. Fortunately, Fridays are an hour shorter on the non-9/80 weeks. (And non-existent from a work standpoint on the actual 9/80 weeks.)

In addition, one of the feline staff, Anya by name, decided that she didn't want to sleep on Thursday night, she wanted to chat with me, she wanted attention. As she's old now, well, they both are, I indulged her, spoil them I do. The pair are sixteen going on seventeen, which sounds like a tune from The Sound of Music, all happy and the like. But for a cat, that's eighty going on eighty-four. Now Anya is still pretty spry for an octogenarian feline and occasionally she's in the mood to act like a kitten. Thursday night was such a night, kept me awake she did. I indulge her because we have known each other for a very long time.

So there wasn't a whole lot of sleeping Thursday into Friday, then there was the internal conversation of "Ah, what the heck, tomorrow is Friday, a short day and it ain't like I have to get up and drive to work is it?" But 0800 still came far earlier than I care for. (Without the need to get ready, drive in, and the like, I can sleep a little later than normal.)

But the day was glorious once the clouds had cleared, the thermometer on deck indicated a pleasant 77° after dinner so I went outside for a wee stroll around the gardens. Worked up a thirst I did, not a big thirst mind you, it's a good size garden but it ain't like Versailles now is it Precious? Like I said, I was in the mood for an adult beverage, so I had one of these -

Tasted good it did, hit the spot it did. While tempted to have another, I knew that The Missus Herself would look askance at such a thing. I mean two beers on a Friday afternoon? What are we wastrels and layabouts? Well, I'd like to be, applied for the job once, discovered that it doesn't pay much, in fact doesn't pay anything at all. I can see Tuna, juvat, and Beans all thinking to themselves, "Kinda like this blogging gig! We ain't seen a penny. Not a tuppence not even a ha'penny!" (Hhmm, not one of them is English, not sure why I went there...)

Anyhoo, dinner was something new, hopefully I'll see it again. Seems that The WSO had shared a recipe with her mum t'other day and when I went to the kitchen for the morning cuppa joe, I noted that the love of my life was putting together something in the crock pot. Of course, my first thought was pot roast, good old New England pot roast. But no, it didn't look like New England pot roast, it looked foreign and a bit exotic. But I have to say, it smelled awfully good, whatever it was she was putting in there.

'Twas then that I noticed the empty jar of pepperoncini peppers hard by the pot. Hhmm, what's this, I wonder? Perhaps a bit of heat to spice the pot? I ask The Missus Herself what it was and got shooed out of the kitchen for my troubles, the chef must not be interrupted when preparing a new dish. So I took my joe and shuffled off to be productive.

Later she told me that we would be having Mississippi pot roast that evening, which is a recipe she  had received from the youngest of the progeny, The WSO herself as it were. With that smell wafting throughout the manse all day it was deuced hard to concentrate, I can tell you. What is this Mississippi pot roast I speak of? Go here and see for yourself. The Missus Herself scaled back on the au jus and ranch dressing mixes, she used about half of each. Less salty that way she said. (That is the very website sent to her by The WSO by the way, it's bona fide.)

At any rate, it was magnifique!

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The perfect topper to a lovely day!

Life is good...