I ended up watching the ball drop.
I was into a very good murder book, and time slipped away.
I read the last page at like 11:50 PM and figured, since I was already awake, I might as well just turn the TV on.
I sent Uncle a text just before midnight.
I’m not sure if he appreciated it.
Cowboy got home from work at 1:20 AM; by that time, I was well on my way to snoring.
I managed to actually sleep until 8:30 AM; I’m usually up well before then.
I took a boiling hot shower in a very cold house, gritted my teeth, and took Ms. Turtle outside.
The disadvantage with her, besides pooping at the chicken coop, is that she has a bladder the size of a pea. She always has to go pee.
I came in, curled up in my fuzzy, yet oddly not very warm, blanket, and did a bit of designing until the house woke up.
I miss designing; I took a lot of classes for it online.
I just don’t have Paint Shop Pro anymore, and I can guarantee you I’ve forgotten everything I learned.
I’m lucky that I still remember just enough coding to keep this blog designed.
Once we were up and had breakfast, we hit the road.
Oddly enough, we encountered very little traffic going to Morristown, and there were very few people in the stores.
That was nice.
I guess it was a holiday, and a lot of people were still recovering from last night’s partying; some may have just decided to stay home.
We got our groceries at Walmart; it was nice not having Cowboy hurry us through.
I did feel bad, though.
He’s in a good deal of pain today, and he kept stopping to prop himself up against the cart.
We are perfectly able to go in alone, but he has been going in with me ever since we got married.
The Goodwill was open; we went in but didn’t find anything.
Rural King was also open; Cowboy got his chicken feed.
We grabbed a coffee from Dutch Bros; I’ve still not really warmed up to that place.
Badger loves it, but when I want coffee, I want coffee even if it is flavored.
Our final stop was at Food City.
Raven wanted hog jowl; I told Cowboy I had bacon, and I wasn’t fixing that nasty stuff.
He said if we could find it, he’d fry it.
I mean, he’s been frying it every New Year’s because I can’t stand the smell or how much it pops.
They didn’t have any, and the guy in the meat department looked at me like I was crazy when I asked. This is the South; you can’t tell me that boy had never heard of hog jowl.
Then again, he looked like he was still in high school, and kids these days may well have never heard of our old-time Southern traditions.
We made it home at 2:41 PM, which was something we couldn’t do on a workday.
We got the groceries unloaded and put away.
Cowboy went to take care of his chickens.
Badger and I kept telling him to get rid of them, but he said the chickens were the only reason he got out of his recliner.
If they didn’t have to be taken care of, he’d just stay in his recliner until it was time to go to work.
I grabbed some lunch because I hadn’t eaten all day, and my Dutch Bros coffee was pure sugar, which is never good on an empty stomach.
Badger started dinner, her version of Hoppin’ John.
I stayed out of her way; she’s just as cranky as cranky can be.
It’s not fair for her, when she’s not feeling well and has been running around all day, to come home and cook a huge meal alone.
But she is so darn cranky!
Cowboy fell asleep in his recliner; Raven was redoing his room; Badger was in the kitchen.
I stayed on the computer.
I did offer to cook, but I burned her tater tots just once and she told me to stay out of the kitchen.
She made an amazing dinner!
Her version of Hoppin’ John, a creamy turkey and potato dish, Canadian bacon, spinach, and cornbread.
She’s the better cook of the two of us.
She actually likes cooking, and I absolutely hate it.
My plan for the night was to open a can of black-eyed peas, open a can of spinach, fry bacon, and make cornbread from a mix and call it good.
The rest of the evening was naps and TV.
We’re not exciting around here.
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