Welcome aboard, chickens.
I hope everyone on the blessed East Coast stayed dry and safe last night.
I spent most of the evening looking at pictures of subways flooding and lights out in New York City, and it was surely an eerie, frightening scene in one of my favorite cities.
Luckily, it looks like all of my favorite New Englanders did okay in the storm, and I hope that all of you and your loved ones fared the same.
Here in the Second City, Sandy’s affect is huge winds and a big fat advisory to stay off the Lakeshore Path until this all settles down.
If this crazy, gigantic storm doesn’t convince you that climate change is a thing, then I’m out of arguments for you.
Also, I think you’re crazy in this scenario.
In addition to focusing on storm coverage last night, Ky came over to celebrate her birthday. Since we had already spent basically the entirety of the weekend celebrating, we decided to go the all-vegetable route.
Ky had a bunch of vegetables from the market that had just about had it, so we sauteed mushrooms, onions, green beans, spinach, onions, garlic and tofu and ate that until we felt like almost normally functioning people.
Sometimes you can’t eat any more tater tots, chickadees.
Especially when it turns out they don’t play nice with your arthritis.
Don’t worry joints, I’ll be serving up roughage all week to make up for it.
Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it (does anybody have it, today), chickens!