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They have the treat receipt now. I take advantage of it pretty much every day. And I thought I was going to die. I worked an hour and a half late, but hunger pains kicked in at 2:00, so in reality I suffered for a whole two hours. I am sitting here having devoured my chonga bagel and feel so odd. My stomach isn't hungry now, but my head is reeling. I am trying to get in good shape so I can get good groceries after work. I'm afraid I won't get to the store before rush hour now.

So, I had some more ideas today. It's hard because I'm always so tired after dinner, but I really want to put little boxes of food together for the fridge or freezer for our lunches, labeled, dated and I am picturing them tied with raffia too. That will be pretty, and the lids don't stay on because they're warped. My new crock pot recipes make huge quantities. That's not good for two people, but if you have a bigger piece of meat it takes longer, and I can stretch the cooking time to 10-12 hrs without any damage to the food. So I thought we can have home-cooked more often.

I can't wait to be able to line-dry our sheets and towels. They will actually be fresh and not wrinkled, like they are now from the dryer. And think of the electricity I will save. The only thing worrying me is that the clothes line is falling down, and it doesn't look like something a layperson can straighten back up. There is concrete around the poles. The former owners put a pole in the center of the line the try to hold it back up. It all reminds me of when the three fairies made Briar Rose's birthday cake and Meriwether kept screwing it up and making bad fixes.

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