Who would imagine that a woman who cooks the way I do would have such an empty refrigerator. Some milk, several chunks of cheese including some tallegio- who would think anything that smells so bad could taste so good? – a few molding lemons and sliming red bell peppers. Maybe a few jars: gyoza dipping sauce, Dijon mustard, apricot preserves. No the apricot preserves fell  off the door last week and luckily the jammy parts kept the glass from flying all over the room which Abi of course wanted to investigate. Now I know why they call it Jam, chunks of it wedges themselves in the grout line of my kitchen floor tiles and maybe there until the next ice age.  But the point of this is that this morning I must fill the refrigerator. (kitchen aid French door w   the bottom- incase anyone cares) with things like more milk, and bagels and fresher fruit especially those atomic papayas that have some name I don’t recall. And chicken and salad stuff. Is it safe to eat spinach again yet? And juices and  some tequila because I finished off the one bottle last week, which also means limes galore. And  I would certainly rather type that go out into the market world Tonight I promised some sort of tart and tomorrow Indian food but maybe I have cooked Indian food already for stu and dana  in which  case I should make Indian food tonight and serve a roast chicken and risotta Sunday and ten since my brain cant think more than three days ahead food wise anyway and who wants to with all the edible abundance up here. Beside two bags several time s a week is much better than 6 bags once a week stair wise. 

Abi woke me at 5, just staring at me so I got up to pee and dribble some food on a plate but the vomited on the carpet. Which luckily has a crimson gold asian pattern and the vomit hardly shows up, maybe only if you step on it which luckily I did not because then I would have to wash my feet before  climbing back under the covers.    

And isn’t it interesting that the same people who decry the fanatic Islamic right are fanatic christian right. Evidence de facto that tolerance and compassion are the way to go, in all things. Ok the grocery store beckons. Oh but I am going to stop calling people who display no enduring interest in me, why do I do that anyway? It’s that southern spectre. Out out damn spot.