Shelby is flying around the country for a few days, working. Zinny is at Chelsea's and I have the place to myself. It's a good sized place, but I can handle it.

The first thing I did was turn the A/C down in the house, too cold for me, besides, I hang out in the hot mancave anyway.

Shelby ordered a bunch of great food for me last night, so maybe I'll start a new hobby called eating. It all showed up at the front door an hour after she left, in standard grocery bags, which means somebody shopped them and this guy delivered them.

Or maybe he did the shopping and delivery? I still don't know how things work down here. And no tip expected...