Not exactly a diet dessert – but most excellent. (raspberry sherbet, chocolate brownie, black coffee).
I just ordered a delivery of beer from my local craft brewery. Now, I will have to stay awake and dressed until it arrives. Not exactly the best ever diet move. But, if I am going to spend calories on beer I might as well have a fine beer and help some small business try to survive.
I have been thinking more and more along those lines of late. For a couple of months it didn’t seem “right” to get stuff delivered when in truth I have everything that I need to sustain life provided by The Asylum and delivered directly to my door. So, why would I “bother” someone by having delivery. Well, I am actually providing income to the delivery person. As well as trying to help keep a small business in business. Plus, in this case – I get good beer.
Because I still see no end in sight. This is a “the light at the end of the tunnel is a train” scenario. But, I am trying to adapt. It isn’t easy.
That was one year ago BC – Before Covid.
Today – food trucks waiting for better days – a couple of blocks from The Asylum.
Gratitude
Grateful for books that can take me away from all of this if I just let them.
I was reminded today that one of my bachelor floormates is supposed to get married next month. Last I heard, he and his lady had not decided which retirement home to live in his or hers.
Mālama pono