Oatmeal

RantWoman needed to go shopping last night. RantWoman had in mind greens, some kind of carnivorous protein, other vegetables like squash or yams.

First RantWoman needed supper. RantWoman was feeling carnivorous but the barbecue place she found recently was sold out and the stroll around the 'hood revealed notice of two impending  housing developments, one of which will overtake the barbecue place.

No luck for pulled pork and RantWoman was feeling lazy about crossing Rainier at dusk. Cue Taco Time and then catch the first bus and shop whichever option the first bus suggests. #7 means either Uawjuimaya or just Bartell's. Bartell's it was: steel cut oats, honey, popcorn, a couple other items. Then cross Jackson and either light rail or bus. First elevator out of order and I do not feel like dealing with stairs. Raining. But 14+8 goes right to my door. AND a friend offers to bring by oatmeal, flax meal, and the soon-to-be discontinued canned cat food flavor.

Stash groceries. Settle into chair meaning to... 10:30 or so. Wake up about 11: 30. Brush teeth. Go to bed. Sleep until about 2. Wake up. Pee. Chair again for a bit. Let cat purr on shoulder in the dark. Back to bed by 3 and sleep until 7:45. Not bad total.

Start day by making big pot of oatmeal: 11 days worth in containers.

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