The Geezer was home working diligently on his wrecks when I got home from the store. Poor guy, the lights were on but no one was home. I’d gone by the, to me, Fresh and Easy grocery store…a West Coast subsidiary of Tesco. It’s in the old Lucky at the top of the hill. Very barebones but with two isles of prefixed meals. Checkout is all electronic which I’ve only done once before.
The girls in the back room all sang the praises of their chicken noodle soup. Gleefully, for this old lady who hates to cook, it has two full isles of prepared meals. The OK Beef broccoli for me while he ate all his soup and salad. We both ate all the tiny cheesecake.
I guess I won’t buy that again for even this morning I can see the calories marching around.
Grey skies today. While he is having a zombie day with one of his games, I’ll scan, write, and play that I’m domestic. Maybe if I close my eyes and click my heels three times, I will be.