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What did I do today? Not much. Meg and Denis had a Weight Watcher's meeting to attend after work, so dinner was delayed a bit. I did fix that. Also spent some time putting some baking dishes away, which meant getting out the step-stool and organizing the cabinets. (That's what happens when a kitchen doesn't have enough storage room.) I actually felt pretty good about that because these same dishes/containers have been taking up space on the counter ever since I've been here this trip.

Yesterday, I was doing a little shopping at the local Jewel/Osco store when my cell phone rang. It was one of my radio friends from Indy. He was out running around with another of my radio friends. He asked what I was doing. I said I was in the middle of Jewel in Grayslake, Illinois. Apparently he didn't catch that part because a few minutes later, he asked if I wanted to come out and play. I said, "I'm 200 miles away!" Oh...well, in that case...never mind!

Yesterday was Mardi Gras. Megan mentioned online from work that we should have a little "king cake" in celebration. (Those are the Mardi Gras cakes that have a bean or a plastic baby Jesus baked inside, and the person who gets that in their piece is the king/queen for the day.) I took a short trip to Jewel's bakery department to see if, perchance, they had any king cakes. They didn't. I did find, however, a very small 4-or-5-inch-square layered cake that looked scrumptious, then bought some sugar-free jelly beans so I could hide one inside. Our Mardi Gras dinner consisted of three pork chops and two chicken breasts baked with Shake 'n Bake, mashed potatoes, lettuce salad, and our version of king cake. It hit the spot, but the "piece de resistance" was that luscious cake. It was really, really decadent and good! Meg got the bean. (Probably rigged! She cut the cake!)

The resident cat--named "Toffee" but usually called "Ko-shka" (which is "cat" in Russian) has decided I'm okay. She still won't sleep with me downstairs because she is scared of the noise the space heater makes down there, but at least she doesn't run from me anymore. This morning, she was being a pain, just looking for things to get into at every turn. I had to move things out of her way--just like having a toddler in the house!!

Have decided that I will stay here in Grayslake through the weekend, just so I can help out with the grandchildren, but then I really must go home!