SUNDAY

I reverted back to my once-a-week sheet washing, so stripped, washed, and remade. Took my osteoporosis weekly medication, too, then settled down for Frank Longo's Sunday crossword. I'm getting seriously annoyed with Frank--yesterday's major clues were so obscure, I didn't do well at all. Here's an example: "British runner-turned-Baron's two-door auto," fourteen letters. Another: Nickname for a division of America populated by wolves," also fourteen letters.  Anyway, I did very badly.

Left that aside and put five chicken thighs and a number of different seasonings in the slow cooker. The recipe called for broth, but I didn't have any, so used water and just added a few other spices. Left them on low to cook and took off for town. It was unusually quiet for a weekend, but nicely sunny and warm. I browsed around a bit, then enjoyed my lunch at my usual place across from the mission.

Got in close to 5:00 and was greeted by a wonderfully appealing aroma from the slow-cooked chicken thighs. I usually don't have dinner until 6:30, 7:00, or even later, but these were irresistible: I sat down and ate two of them. Showered after.

I couldn't resist taking a picture of the beautiful rose Suzanne gave me. She has several rose bushes, plus other lovely flowers, including Christmas cacti, hydrangeas, lilies, and so on; she's a dedicated gardener, unlike her lazy neighbor. Here's Rosemary's rose: