Was reading back over some posts on this thread, wow, it's as if somebody got possessed by the ghost of James Joyce!
But what a lazy day; much napping, then a trip to the grocery store, ran into my landlord there who lives on the same block, who is sort of like a flirty gay though thin version of The Millionaire, from Gilligan's Island, though not that rich. But very funny. So I rode back with him; was nice to chat, and groceries always get heavier, the more blocks one carries them.
Thus I am now enjoying some pita chips and humus, and making some black eyed peas and ham-hocks with carrots, celery and onions.