After a couple of days of single-digit temperatures, the thermometer is staying right around freezing. It's been gray all day, with a mixture of snow and sleet that is trying to melt as soon as it lands on the snow from our previous snow. This sort of weather isn't what I would prefer, but it's good weather for reading. I'm glad Gabe and I went on a walk yesterday, because it would be pretty sloppy out today. I rode the exercise bike a while ago, and Cliff is in there using it now. We read when we're on the bike; it makes thirty minutes seem like ten.
We've both been on a computer or reading device most of the day. I didn't even have to cook: We went to Costco the other day and I got one of those $5 rotisserie chickens: When we got home with it we had it for dinner after microwaving a sweet potato and cooking some broccoli. Am I the only one who can never remember the right spelling for broccoli? I usually give it one C and two L's. Thank goodness for spell check. Anyhow, the next day with the Costco chicken I fixed my low-calorie version of Jambalaya. I also cut up a bit of it in small pieces to use as treats for Gabe and then put the rest in the freezer. I took that yesterday and made chicken salad for sandwiches; that's what we had for our noon meal yesterday and today. I also cut up some more for Gabe and froze it in a plastic container. Four meals for us and many dog treats for $5.
The Internet is a wonderful method of entertainment, sometimes a little too handy. I'm reading the latest Virgil Flowers book, Bloody Genius. John Sandford sometimes mentions a real-life author in his books, and he mentions various stores or restaurants too. When he does this, it distracts me: I have to stop reading and ask myself, "Does he get paid for mentioning those places?"
Well, today as I read, this brought me to a screeching halt: "Virgil had some time to kill before the meeting with Trane and the cop, so he stopped off in St. Paul for a Butter Flake Roll at Breadsmith, went next door for a Strawberry Surf Rider at Jamba Juice, then idled around the corner and looked in a bookstore window until he finished eating and drinking his smoothie, then went inside and bought the latest Dave Robicheaux novel by James Lee Burke."
This mile-long sentence sent me down so many rabbit-holes my head was spinning. Being who I am, I had to look up the places mentioned. Yes, they are real places. Then I had to look up James Lee Burke and the Dave Robicheaux books long enough to decide I needed to read those books. I don't know when I'll get a chance, because I'm getting great books from the library faster than I can read them.
The last book I finished was Olive, Again. It was different, but I liked it. I identified with her, in a way. I see she was the main character in a 2008 book, Olive Kitterage, that won the Pulitzer Prize, so I plan to read that at some point. Do you see my problem? I guess it's a good problem, though. Sort of like having too much money, or too much beauty.
I got a free Reader's Digest in the mail today with an amazing offer: A one year subscription for $10 or a two-year subscription for $15. I just don't read magazines any more, but Cliff likes Reader's Digest. In fact, he's reading this new one now. At fifteen bucks for two years, I can't pass it up.
That's it, folks. Just rambling.