The way to The Asylum is a bit uphill. When it snows I can watch cars skitter around. There is always a collection of scooters at the start of the hill. Heck, that’s what I want the thing to do. Get my tired ass up the hill. It’s not a big hill. Maybe 50 feet over a block.
Today in the 7 year tidy up, I did the Food storage areas. That means the fridge/freezer and the food storage cupboard. I don’t have much food storage space. Nor do I need much. Everything of suspect age went into trash/compost. The scraps frozen in the freezer for soup became soup. A nice robust chicken soup. Tomorrow I will clean the actual inside of the fridge and freezer. (It hasn’t been 7 years since I cleaned the fridge and food storage cupboards. Max 2 years.)
Came across this sentence in The Journal today. 
Sort of mind-numbing. I think it has something to do with blockchain. But don’t bet on it.