Since today is dark and rainy I got in the mood for soup.
The only kind of soup I really know how to make well is beef vegetable, so I made the 50 mile round trip to the Lucedale Wallymart for ingredients.

Also, I was out of something to read. That just won't do. I have to have reading material or I get nervous. So browsed through the book and magazine section at Wallymart. There was a lot of Steven King books, lots of them his old novels in reprint, and quite a few of his new ones.

I stopped reading King after "The Dream Catcher." This book was about aliens who grew inside humans then exited through the anus, which literally tore the humans to bloody shreds.It was more gross than scary. It disgusted me enough I haven't read any more of his stuff.

There were several John Grisham books. I used to read him compulsively--his books were page turners. I couldn't put them down. But somewhere along the line, his books became ho-hum (to me) and I'm sorry about that.

There were a lot of Harlequin romances--I don't read those.
The true crime books I like, especially Ann Rule, were not on the shelves. The space had been taken over by kiddie lit.
I came home with nothing to read. Aaaargh!

Bye y'all, susil