Kats had set his alarm to get up early as he needed to go back home (57 miles). With a murderer on the loose and his neighborhood being searched by swat teams last night, it didn't make much sense for him to return then as they had the streets blocked. No one could enter or leave. This morning we learned that the murderer (he shot his co-workers) was found and shot by police. I don't have all the details, but them's the facts as I know 'em.
Grey Bears. It was learned that some seniors were eating dog food because they didn't have enough money to buy groceries and the logic was beef stew for Fido was no different than beef stew for themselves.
I don't mean to sound like a complainer. Really, all the salad makings I get are wonderful, but I do feel guilty if I can't find someone to give the unwanted food to and have to toss it.
I especially like the fruits. They are grown right here outside of town and there is an abundance of berries, in particular. Supposed to be good for cancer patients, I understand.
All in all, my tummy is welcoming repast. Maybe it's due to the wonderful barbecue chicken that Kats cooked for me last night.