I buy bread. Wipe it down. Put it in a container and throw the bag away
Heat it.
So far I have managed to escape Wuhan flu even though my neighbor has it. Probably will get it when I mow the lawn and the idiots in the neighborhood walk within inches of me
I may try adding some meat to the order at midnight. Wish it could be left out in the sunshine, sigh. The bread is going to be left out a few days, then put in pre-CV bags that I had to argue not to throw out.
It’s party central here on the water with tons of idiots on motorized water toys. Of course, they have to play in front of us. Can’t hear myself think for them. Blasting music and loud drunken hollering, too. And big dogs.
The next door neighbors are having another family reunion this weekend. They’re begging for CV. The people on the other side of them have rented their place out and it looks like most other rentals are full. It’s like those kindergarten chicken pox parties here except louder and more deadly.