DIRTY DISHES

I just finished loading the dishwasher with several days worth of foul effluvium. Filled to the brim and still didn’t get everything in. Plus there’s that soup pot filled with chicken broth I’m afraid to take out of the refrigerator. Hopeless.

If I have any luck at all, Jim may take pity on me and do the last (not the soup pot) skillets and pans himself. After all, there is still another day of weekend left.

Oh, to all you Jews out there: Happy 5767.

Perfect first day of fall. Soggy, but warm.