Long day here at Berea-Rose, but it's quiet now. Got a good way through this week's crossword from WSJ but my eyes are hurting and the light is fading and I don't want to turn on lights. Summer evenings are for not turning on lights if you don't have to. Or a/c -- though by the time we sat down to a heaping pile of grilled pork chops (more on that in a bit) we noticed the thermostat in the dining room was at 86F. Yeah, time to fire up the chillers.

Those were some nice pork chops -- very thick, so I had to grill them carefully. Alane took the day off so I made sure she saw the circular Giant Beagle stuck in my grocery bag earlier this week. Banner hed: "Huge 3-Day Meat Sale." It was in large type so it wrapped to two lines. That means you could fold it down the center to make it say "Huge Meat." So we did.

Anyway, Alane went to Giant Beagle this morning and got huge meat. Now we have a freezer that bulges like Vito's. Heh.