Are You Being Served?

Finally, the temperature dropped to 57 degrees—a welcome change, indeed. The assembly of the adjustable standing or sitting desk is underway, though the young worker I've employed has not yet completed it. It turns out the missing part he mentioned a few days ago was found last night, allowing the assembly to proceed.

The yellow rice I prepared for the first time yesterday turned out to be a hit. I served it with blue mussels and sautéed mustard greens, heavily seasoned with garlic and red peppers, and it was all consumed by the time the guests left.

It's curious how meals often turn out better when prepared for others; otherwise, the whole process feels quite mundane.

I've tuned into some news, but sparingly, as it tends to be overwhelmingly negative with its focus on wars, hunger, and the general unhappiness it portrays.

Even the New York Times has been irritating me with its incessant coverage of the conflicts in Israel and Ukraine, seemingly ignoring the other 25 wars affecting people of color for a total of 27 wars (according to the Council on Foreign Relations) occurring currently around the world.

At times, the best option is to watch reruns of 'Are You Being Served,' especially Mrs. Slocombe and her pussycat's antics, which are sure to keep you amused.

A complication involving Mrs. Slocombe's cat on "Are You Being Served?"