Dancing Pineapple and turning ingredients into food.
5.5 hours of sleep.
My plot to let God be the alarm clock and basis for one potential confrontational bitch scenario sort of worked. I was up in plenty of time AND decided to cross fingers and hope other people handled ...
I was WRONG. Next time do better whatever the $#@$# that looks like.
Let's just say DO BETTER NEXT TIME gets to be a pretty insistent theme.
Because Everyone needs a dancing pineapple while there are tsunami warnings all over the Pacific |
Various other options. God took one look at cupboard and suggested that since I am bored with what I have been eating, I should worship by zoom and spend some time turning ingredients into food.
Messages in worship about living in the present sent me off to Latin American magical realism where the timelines are all over the place.
Food prepared between yesterday and today.
--cabbage and polish sausage 3-4 portions
--baked beans and ham tweaked the way I like them
--pumkin custard
--5 baked yams.
Go orange food.
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