Tiny, inconsequential movement with the weight thing: At home, I was down .04 to 127.6, at T.O.P.S. up .01 to 128.6. (Hey, I think the world is still turning.) Sharon wore a kind of Indian/Zebra outfit with earrings Bobbi had made for her, so I had to take some pictures:
Home, and something upsetting happened on which I don't want to elaborate. After that, I was feeling down, so I made a sandwich, took an IPA and a book, and ate out in the middle. It was very quiet, everybody at work or school, and I enjoyed it. I then went back and took a nap of about an hour. I attribute being sleepy to the fact that I had only half the coffee I usually drink with breakfast, having been occupied with something else.
I perked up later and dealt with several pounds of chicken thighs by oiling, seasoning, and baking them via my favorite method: a very low (300 deg.) temp for an hour and ten, then 425 for twenty to brown the top. Comes out so tender and good and I had a large one and nothing up for dinner.
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