Transfer Station, Custard

Ron and I did the transfer station run yesterday. I made custard with the last of the milk that was two weeks beyond “Used By” date.

I raked out the hydrangeas at the top of the driveway.

Ron went shopping for OTC meds and fruit for smoothies. He sawed off some holly limbs for Peter as well.

I am taking savage pleasure in the 100% loss of stock market earnings since Trump took office: the DJIA closed today at 19,174 vs. 19,732. I don’t suppose that’ll shut his followers up for long, though.