Tuesday's Tale

I had a horrible, gross dream Monday night that woke me up early Tuesday morning. Something happened that severely damaged my left shoulder (maybe I was shot by a gang-banger, lol!) So, I was standing in the bathroom, looking in the mirror and trying to get out all the damaged flesh and bones. There was no blood and no pain, just me, using my right hand to dig out and almost fill the sink with bone bits and pink flesh from my shoulder. I was wondering how I could best dress the wound when the dream woke me up (as I said) and I felt like throwing up. How freakin' weird is that? It was like de-boning a raw chicken. Only thing I could think of that might have triggered it was pulling the smoked, pink pork apart with the forks, but that's not very reassuring, just kinda sicko.

Anyway, it's the last nice day forecasted, mid-seventies with a breeze, so I decided to grille yet again. I have some ground chuck in the fridge I either need to use or freeze. I lit the charcoal and then went in to make my hamburger patties. I didn't use the peanut butter jar lid trick, just made them by hand this time. I used the house seasoning of them and let them come up to room temperature.

When the coals were ready, I grilled them up. Pulled them off and let them rest under tin foil. I changed from my work clothes into my workout clothes (well, according to Carla, they should be called my eating clothes, lol!) and ate watching TV.

I have a big mess of papers, receipts, owner's guides, etc., on the floor of my bedroom from this summer's kitchen remodel, along with the three filing boxes they need to be sorted into. Every night I say I'm going to go through the pile and every night I don't. This night was no exception. I watched TV until 11:00 (not sorting at all) and then went to sleep.