Sunday

Sunday was basically a repeat of Saturday, except I did do the laundry and ran a load of dishes through the dishwasher.

I have been jonesing for a Belgium waffle (don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know) but since I don't own a waffle maker, it was kinda out of the question. So, I thought I'd make some pancakes, but I realized I don't have any eggs or milk. Instead, I fried up some thick cut bacon. It was no Belgium waffle, but it wasn't bad.

One interesting thing happened. I went down to put the clothes in the dryer and found Scruffy sitting on the scale. Without disturbing him, I looked at the dial. He weighs close to 16 pounds and he’s not fat!

My daughter Melissa called around noon and we chatted for a while.

I warmed up some of the roast beef, veggies and gravy for my Sunday supper. Then I watched my Sunday night shows and went to bed at 11:00 PM.