Yesterday, digesting the news that I am not done with the mammo place, I read some Miss Mapp, knitted the heel of a sock, listened to a Mrs Pargeter mystery, cleared up some dead foliage, leaving the patio looking a lot better and made a quart of chocolate oatmilk.
This is just a cup of rolled oats, four cups water, drop of vanilla essence, blurt of molasses, blurt of agave syrup, tablespoon lovely cacao, blend, strain, drink.
I've ordered strawberries and other berries from Misfits, for next week, so I'll make more flavors of oatmilk.
So that was a productive day, if nothing else.
The weather is now very friendly, cooler, cloudy, easy to sleep in. I did some of that, too.
Here's something I didn't know
Speaking of holiday foods
Meanwhile, the Friday knitting group -- never happened. I arrived to find they were closing the building and ushering everyone out. It was scheduled as a regular day, or so our dear leader told us last week, but it turned out to be early closing. Quite a few puzzled people there.
So I'll roast the chicken this afternoon since I'm free anyway, good chance to do it.
Happy day and holiday weekend if you have one, Labor Day in the US, when people celebrate labor by not doing any.
