Monday morning. I'm up before daylight. We had breakfast for supper last night. Bacon, eggs, biscuits and there was some bacon left on a plate at the back of the stove. I saw that and popped some frozen biscuits into the toaster oven. Heh! Breakfast again.
With just two of us in the house, we use the toaster oven a lot. It's a good one, given to Milady by the children, Christmas before last. They asked what she wanted for Christmas and she said a toaster oven, so they got together and appointed one son to search. He came to me a couple of weeks later and said. "Damn, Dad, I've got a problem. We wanted to get her a nice toaster oven, all the bells and whistles. I've been everywhere and looked at a bunch of them, and I can't find one that costs more than about $60.00."
I told him he was "getting off cheap. She wants a toaster oven. Buy the best one you can find." We use it. Lots of bells and whistles. I haven't tried to cook a turkey in it yet, but I haven't cooked a turkey inside the house in years.
In another hour or so it'll be time to head toward the training center. I'm really looking forward to this. Most of the week will be in air conditioning. Most of it will be stuff I've done for the last 28 years. Handcuffing, shooting, listening to lectures. The good part is that there are a lot of guys there who have been policing for a long time. Good friends. Compatriots. We'll tell stories, lie about each other, harass the instructors, most of whom we trained when they were rookies. We'll get the training, but we'll have fun doing it. We'll bitch and moan.
It'll be fun.
I'm really looking forward to this week.