Domestica redux again

1. The weather dismality index is approaching 8, shutting down outdoor endeavors. Fortunately the last of the firewood chain saw work was finished yesterday.

2. I must go shopping. By the time I put the Stihl away my innards were screaming "Meat!" but had to settle for the the closest thing in the reefers, two frozen brats and a half-pound of bacon. That's meat, in a way, of course, but the aforementioned innards had their heart set on about 18 ounces of medium rare cow.

3. Given the cruddiness outside, I have no excuse to further delay trying to set up the new wireless router. Digitalitis looms, and I wish I had more faith in the power of prayer.