Pancakes. Must have pancakes. Must. Must.

I cleverly made sure to add Canadian maple syrup to my shopping list and bacon and little sausages. This is the grocery shopping I have Waitrose deliver every other Saturday morning, the heavy stuff I don't want to drag home and up the stairs. Things like tonic water and household cleansers and canned chick peas. The fresh food I mostly pick up on my way home from work.

The only thing I was not clever about was milk. I should have ordered another liter of milk. So now I'm trying to figure out how to make the pancakes with npot enough milk but I do have cream. I do have a container of milk in the freezer but that will never defrost in time.

And yes, I -AM- too lazy to go down to the corner show and pick up more milk now. Especially because it is cold and raining and gray outside.

No sane adult moves to the Bay Area for lifestyle; they move there
because they think they can make money. So, while I think it's nice
people like to ski, hike, bike, climb, surf, and golf, I don't care. I
want people who are greedy, competitive bastards who would move to
Fargo in January to make money, and who don't know any other way to
work than hard. The rest of it is a distraction.