Dark Sunday
How dark can the clouds make it?
Dennis is on a mission. He is sitting in his rocking chair in the patio porch with my cell phone, primed to capture a photo of the deer when they come to eat. They come within two feet of the sliding patio doors. Time will tell.
We needed some protein for noon lunch. A batch of egg salad sounded good to both of us. I always make mine with a hefty amount of diced onions. Good grief. I had five white eggs and one brown egg to boil. The white eggs were a pick here, a pick there to get the shells off. Dastardly job. The brown egg peeled in a heartbeat. In the end it was all worth the effort.
I had planned on a visit to the studio. Truth to tell, my hands were weary enough that I scrapped that idea. For all the effort, it was tempting to go to the store for a container of herring, also good protein.
We will be doing an encore of the oven meal for supper. I just love leftovers.