Well, is everybody having a happy Saturday morning? Right now our skies are overcast here in Central PA, and the temp is either 30, 31, or 32 (all F) depending upon which weather app you're using. Nice consistency, eh? If you can't be specific, provide a range from which to choose.
Yesterday was a good day. Much was accomplished. Half a bag of potatoes was dried. I cooked up a cup of barley, and while that doesn't sound like much, barley expands when you simmer it for 25 minutes, so that one cup easily turns into 2.5 cups. That's easily enough for 4 breakfasts. The aquarium in the living room had a thorough cleaning; filters need to be ordered since I'm on my last. I got a nice ride in a nice ride on the bike. And I've started the last chapter of The Body in History, except for that teeny, little wrap up chapter I always end my books with. It's the 45th chapter in the book, and it's called The Song of Apollo. Now, ain't that nice.
Otherwise, the only notable thing to happen yesterday was Howie ripping off the small tail of his Crackle Chicken toy. For some reason, that delighted him to no end, and he ran around the house with that little bit of fabric hanging out the corner of his mouth as if it was the greatest toy on earth.
And wasn't it interesting to find out how obtuse the health insurers are when it comes to how poorly the common man in the United States thinks of them. If it isn't already there, this books is probably going to hit the #1 best seller list.