It’s *Cherubim*, People!

Singular = Cherub. Plural = Cherubim. The people who named these tomatoes have never sung the “Hallelujah, Amen” [here is the YouTube] from Judas Maccabeus, because they clearly do not have a Handel on their Hebrew. . . Close your eyes; the visual will make you dizzy. But if the audio doesn’t raise goosebumps on both arms and up and down your spine, honey, you are dead!

I suspect that I spend altogether too much time in the company of dead prophets.

So, this next is what I see just as we pull out of the Intermodal Transport Center, heading for the T&P Station. Sorry about the glare from the window; I think that’s a reflection of my two arms holding up the camera. I got another picture as we passed around the left side of the building, but that scaffold-thingie on the left of this photo filled most of the close-up. I didn’t figure that you wanted to see how well we build scaffolding in Fort Worth.



I don’t know what the building is, but I drove around a little when I got to my car, and I got as close as those three doorways. The building in shadow to the right is UTA’s satellite campus. I didn't know that UTA had a satellite campus!

I got crazy-hungry and a bit woozy yesterday afternoon. I hadn’t had a Coke in about a week and had been hoping to keep it that way, but at break time I took my 60 cents back to the break room. When suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I spied a bag of mini pretzels. I didn’t know if it could keep me awake for the next hour and a half, but I knew it wouldn’t keep me awake all night. So I bought it, instead, and pocketed the dime.

I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times that I’ve had cream of tomato soup since LittleBit was diagnosed with a hiatal hernia. Tonight I wanted tomato soup for dinner, so I stopped at Target and bought a can of the lowest-sodium condensed soup I could find. And I had that chunk of garlic dill cheese that I bought a few weeks ago which was threatening to become Mold Central, so I wiped it down and pared off the bad parts and nuked the remainder as my new invention: Brooklyn Quesadillas.

The icky cheese will make its way out to the compost pile in the morning.

The second Noro front is finished, and I have about 2” done on the back. Woohoo!