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Attempting to recreate the day was difficult as we were still on cowboy time.
It’s Monday, meaning the torture chamber is soon to be visited. This morning, we crept up on it silently, coasting into the parking lot with the engine off. Needless to say, our plan failed, as we were quickly swept into the Peak Performance offices and got to work! We did about five miles on the stationary bike before the long arms of the trainers got us, and the twisting and turning began.
Like every Monday and Wednesday, we barely survived. Today, not only did we survive, but we also went to the market to acquire some missing ingredients.
Upon arriving home, Mary fell into her cooking mode. Scout sensed what was coming and hid under the couch. I tried to run, but the Alexa announcement, which rang out on all fourteen devices, compelled me to return to the scene of the crime.
Upon entering the forbidden kitchen, breakfast passed me by, going somewhere between the sound barrier and light speed.
We dined before really going to work!
Mary cooked all afternoon, and I watched and pitched in where needed. At the end of the afternoon, Mary had made:
- Homemade apple sauce from George’s tree and Ralph’s Market
- Banana Nut Muffins because our bananas were starting to look a little worn out.
- Pickled Onions we got from our garden. We filled a large Mason jar with sliced onions and topped it off with apple cider vinegar, water, cinnamon, and sugar.
- Japanese Yard Long beans freshly picked
We took some warm muffins and apple sauce over to Jeff and visited with him for a while. Then we headed to the pool, which I had lowered to 92 degrees after complaints from management.
Mary, the bug catcher, did not have much business this evening!
We got out and sat by the fire at 9:30 p.m. and decided to go to bed early. The country western dancing from Sunday and today’s torture session did us in!
