A cold night was had by all in Central PA. When I checked out the temp this morning, it was a very chilly 10 (F). That's cold. The good news is that beginning today, temps are predicted to rise over the next few days, and by Christmas we should be sitting in the mid to upper 40s range.
Yesterday was eventful in a non-eventful way. I had made plans to drive down to York and visit my friend Betsy, we were going to do lunch and then go see Wicked (my 2nd time). Things did not go as planned. She called to let me know she was feeling more than a little "under the weather," with a chest cold, so those plans were scrapped. Instead, I stayed home and worked on The Body in History. I also did a lot of laundry; one thing I won't need to do during Christmas week.
Two bunches of cilantro were run through the dehydrator. Two bunches of Fresh cost $4, a bottle of dry is $5.29. My supermarket doesn't offer a generic brand, and you know that price is going to go up.
I also went online to see what sheets cost at Target: $50 for 400 thread count. That's about $2 more than what they cost on Amazon, for sheets of the same quality and I can afford the difference. Target delivers for free, too, which is fine by me. I am not now, nor have I ever been a shopper. Perhaps that's because I work in retail. Or, perhaps it's because I think people who browse through shirts and pants are a bit on the pretentious side. Or, it could be that my tastes are so unrefined that I simply don't care. For me, spending an afternoon shopping is like crapping away 3 or 4 hours of my life, hours that I will never get back.
For those who haven't heard, Amazon workers are on strike, and Bezos, arrogant ass that he is, is getting married to his side slut in Aspen next weekend in a $600 million wedding. Let the boycotts begin.
And I found this funny.
