It happened two or three weeks ago, and it’s still bothering me so I might as well write about it. Harvest Ranch Market, in Encinitas where I work, makes a pretty good rotisserie chicken. I don’t have much time to cook during the week, so many Sundays I’ll head over there and pick up two… Continue reading The Case of The Missing Chicken
Tag: Sunday Night
Monday Monday
I wonder if I will still hate Sunday nights when I retire. I’m quite sure that I am not the only one who feels this way. Sundays used to be a day of rest—perhaps for some it still is. But for me, it’s panic day. So very much to do, so little time to do… Continue reading Monday Monday