I have bread in the fridge. I have a limited supply of soup on the cooktop because yesterday was a 24-hour Lurgi... and Chaos has been helping herself to the soup.
Hopefully I don't get another Lurgi whilst out shopping. But I have the payola to lay in a supply of other soups just in case.
Huzzah.
It's a bizarre bug. Beloved, Adorable, and I came down with it within 24 hours of each other and we haven't shared the same air for at least a fortnight. For all I know, it might be Rona Aftershocks. It's very hard to tell.
The PLN today is to do the backup reads, then venture into the assorted bargain wildernesses to once more fill the household stomachs with vital supplies. I may have to encourage my young to go easy on the eggs because Petrol Crisis. Thanks, Orange Menace, you peace president you.
While it's no strain to get the groceries, it's the driving the car that's going to firkin kill me, budgetarily speaking. So keeping that to a minimum is going to be wise. But necessities still cost and will likely cost more, so I am keeping tight rein on the excursions and expenses for the meanwhile.
Very, VERY cautious. Because I have no idea what kind of clusterfuck is going to happen next.
Today's story will happen when I drag myself back from shopping.
Meanwhile, I work on the Promptcast thing.