Totally got yelled at again by the woke bird watcher at Five Rivers 🐦

Apparently he was listening to birds in the parking lot, and found it very upsetting that I could dare pull up to the parking lot with my Bluetooth speaker playing a podcast about moral mushroom hunting. I had no idea, I thought it was yapping on his cellphone, on his way out of lot in Subaru so he could head home and eat his organic pre-cooked mashed potatoes. I hate woke people so much.

I decided yet again to ride out to Five Rivers, 🐸 after a dinner of shredded onions, corn, broccoli and shrimp that I cooked down in a pan with a bit of salt. Simple basic meal, there aren’t many I don’t do with onions. Breakfast was cornmeal pancakes with onions and spinach. Mixed in some Greek yogurt for protein. Desert tonight was frozen strawberries, oatmeal and Greek yogurt shredded in the food processor.

The past few days I’ve been getting a late start, ⏰ because hte mornings have been fairly dark but also I’ve been up later for spring time, so I sleep in later. Truth is since I started getting up early at times, I’ve quit pretty much using an alarm clock. So no real time to work on the blog. Things have been pretty swamped in the office too, 🏒 the robo dialer system went down, I’ve been getting constant data requests from clients, writing a lot of code for work, testing and breaking things, and a million other things. Been kind of a headache at work but the week has gone by fast.

I was sure I would get soaked this evening at work riding home, β˜” or at least down to the express bus stop, but it stopped raining for the evening commute and cleared out by the time I got home and out to Five Rivers. πŸŒ‡ Actually, a real pretty sunset. This morning I was listening to some of Missouri Solar and Wind’s podcasts about the latest in Off-Grid solar technology and other basics, and then it ended up switching over to the Pastured Pig 🐽 Podcast, you know that West Virginia off-gridder I follow – – Red House Toolkt — who makes a life off the side of a mountain in the wilds of West VIrigina.

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