* Not to worry! The stuff spoiled by the pantry moths was minimal, and did not go to waste. The beasts of Squatter Workshop happily ate every speck of it, and the hens have laid better the past two days than they had in weeks. I think I've got the infestation conquered, and have moved the remaining grains and such to the freezer for now.
* The effing MFA Minivan, however, had some lower-gasket something or another go bad and will require nearly six hundred dollars worth of work to fix. GOD DAMMIT TO HELL. Every time I start to think I'm making headway with the jobs and the bills and the saving for the NEXT piece of shit to use to get to and from the former in order to pay for the latter SOME FUCKING THING BREAKS ON THAT CLUNKER and I'm back to creative meal-planning.
* Know what puts a major dent in your eating of the pantry when strapped for cash? PANTRY MOTHS.
* So I am kind of in a terrible mood. And my lungs are being utter shitheads. And I'm tired. And my feet hurt.
* How are all of YOU?