Lloyd has departed for a conference and some family visits. As I took him to the airport yesterday, the heavens wept. It actually did storm a lot. I had an adventurous drive through Omaha in their stick-shift car in a torrential downpour while looking for a bathroom stop.
Lloyd’s departure didn’t only coincide with meteorological disturbances, but also dairy phenomena. My milk has gone sour before its time. The “Best By” date is the 30th. That’s still three days away!
What is it with me and milk that sours early? Do I have some kind of super power that sours milk? Do I have an extra-sensory power that I can pick the gallon that’s already going bad? I could add that to my super power to make dogs misbehave and my special ability to choose only mealy apples.
Dang. If this keeps up, I’ll have to start a “sour milk” category for bradaptation.