Oh my. What a cheese sandwich I made today. Leftover roasted chicken, lettuce, and havarti, with of course mayo and Penzeys sandwich sprinkle, and a little Grey Poupon. It was a masterpiece. I’m grateful for the ongoing abundance of my leftovers. I made a little pot of stock for the animals with the bones from last night’s dinner, and have plenty of meat and bones for more meals.

I learned today that two friends caught covid for the first time on the same day last week, hundreds of miles apart, and both while caring for loved ones. One at an assisted living facility, and one at a doctor’s office. “No good deed goes unpunished,” said one of them. I’m grateful that it wasn’t too terrible an illness for either of them, and that they’re both feeling better already. They had been so careful. I’m sorry that people in general have thrown caution to the wind, making life more risky for those of us still hoping to not get it. So it goes.