Fire and Ice

This weekend was filled with cabin fever. Saturday was brutal for it. I really felt the fever. Yesterday we made egg bites for a couple of weeks. It gave me purpose. We had leftover cassoulet. Easy dinner. Dump and bake basically. Last night we ventured out for some ice cream. I had a small sundae with hot fudge and marshmallow topping. It was so yummy—whipped cream, nuts, and a cherry on top.

This morning I got up at 5:30 a.m. I had my alarm set for 5:00 a.m., but I didn’t hear it. I got up, got ready, took my meds, and had breakfast; the egg bites hit! I watched some news.

As we were heading for radiation, I received a phone call but could not answer it fast enough. I saw it was a local number, so I called back immediately. It’s a floor supervisor from the treatment center. He asked if we were at the center yet. We were not; we had just left the house and were about 15 minutes away. He then informed me there was a fire on the second floor, and he was calling all patients to tell them not to come. We made a U-turn and headed back to the house. Radiation-free day today. Yippee! I don’t mind the radiation, but it’s nice not to have to go.

I’m making a meatloaf tonight. I love homemade meatloaf. This is a combination of my Granny’s and my mom’s recipe. I don’t have an egg, so I will substitute some mayo in it. It’s an easy recipe and doesn’t take long. I like squishing the raw meat between my fingers to mix it.

Thank you for stopping by!
~Bruce