It's 12:36 AM, and I am wide awake. My mind is full of thoughts and ideas. I've been to bed, but couldn't sleep.
What to pack for a two day jaunt? Will it be cold at the Ocean. Warm clothes? Summer wear? Both?
What to plan for food? I don't want to eat out, even though I know there is a wonderful restaurant there, because I want to try out the stove, and the oven, and the convection/microwave.
Two breakfasts, two dinners. I think I'll make something simple on Friday night and something in the slow cooker for Saturday. But what? Food is always our top priority around here.
I'll have to see what cookware I have that fits into that tiny oven. I might have to go to Sur La Table to buy that little baking sheet I saw last week. Maybe I should just stick with the throw away foil tray I have. All I want to make in the oven is some half baked bread, or some garlic bread if I decide on Spaghetti for Friday.
Better go up and measure the oven first.
Do I stop the newspaper for just Saturday? I think not.
I always do the full weeks wash on Sunday. Maybe I should do a couple of loads tomorrow so I won't be behind.
Craig is up too. He said he is thinking about driving the Alfa, and thinking about getting it turned around and up the road.
He just went back to bed.
I'd better go back to bed now too.