End of the month, and I still had a pile of use-or-lose funny money on my Asylum Food Service account. So I “went shopping” in the lunch buffet line today.
I see steak, potatoes, and eggs here. Maybe a steak salad. Or a filet-and-brie sandwich? The carrots will probably end up in the next batch of garbage soup. It cost me nothing — the funny money disappears tomorrow anyway.
Got serious about the crane wreaths today. My neighbor and I have abandoned any grand plans for October’s craft sale for the Foundation. At this point, it’s just “origami death cleaning.”
After the sale, whatever’s left will head for recycling or the dump. Then I’ll get my Origami Dojo under control. It looks under control — but open almost any drawer or box, and origami is lurking.
End of Month. End of Patience.