The shopping trip should be shorter this time, as the stores are back in sale famine mode. There are only about a dozen items worth getting. There might be more bargains once Thanksgiving Day draws near, though many of those will be holdiay-related, and I'm not a big turkey or cranberry fan. Safeway usually has deals on pumpkin pies, and I'll definitely want that, and I wouldn't mind a sale on yams, but they can keep that nasty stuffing mix. Some cornbread would be nice, but people don't seem to make cornbread for Thanksgiving anymore. Personally, I like cornbread and chili for Thanksgiving dinner, but then I'm probably a bit weird.
I'm a bit concerned about the feral cats. This is going to be the coldest night yet this fall, and I hope they can find places to sleep that aren't too chilly. A couple who get long well enough with Portia can come in the house, and one has access to the garage and frequently sleeps on the top of the water heater, so I don't have to worry about them. Another has a cupboard on the back porch that is a bit protected and has a pillow in it to sleep on, and he seems to be satisfied with that. The others no longer stay in the yard, and I have no idea where they go. Maybe they burrow into piles of leaves, or find warmish spots elsewhere, but I really have no idea.
I got dinner started late again, but it should be ready shortly. It had to be something soft tonight as I've bitten my cheek five times since last night. I think that's a personal best— or worst, more accurately. My teeth have always had it in for me. Well, remembering how they constantly attacked me will make it easier to live without them once they are gone and I'm reduced to eating soup and mush. Oh, and baked potatoes. Next week one of the stores has ten pound bags of russets for $1.88. I'll be eating lots of baked potatoes this month. Good thing this is the best time of year for them.