Gray day

Another gray day, another gray week ahead, and now the television is assuring me that “my whole-grain life is about to begin.” They say this, too, like it’s a good thing.

I look upon the adjective “refined” as a desirable word, especially when modifying the noun “flour.” Hey, our ancestors ate that way because they had to.

I would explain that to the television, but it wastes my time, and annoys the television.

So, nothing either blogly or not to report on for today, and I have a nasty feeling that many such days stretch ahead. I will do my best to avoid that.

And now, to read “Vayeira.”