There’s chili bubbling on the stove. Yes, I said chili. I know it’s Friday, and we are supposed to have pizza on Friday, but we just had pizza on Monday, owing to my having forgotten it was Friday and pizza night last Friday. A natural consequence of having pizza for dinner on a weeknight is that there’s leftover pizza which is then eaten for dinner the next night as well. I refuse to have pizza two (or more) nights in the same week. Sets a bad precedent.

The spousal unit grumbled a bit, but I assured him we would have pizza on Sunday for lunch and the leftovers for dinner that night. Then we can go back to having pizza every Friday. Or at least until I forget it’s Friday again and start making something else for dinner. It could happen. I am getting old and feeble-minded.

I’m sure once the spousal unit walks in the door and smells the chili bubbling, his complaints will cease. It smells really tasty.

Time to go make some cornbread. I finally got some silicon muffin cups, and I can’t wait to try them!