Sorry for this guys I was out bow hunting this morning, didn’t realize the farm and one next to me were hosting a “fox/coyote hunt.” Kinda crazy, one of them yuppie things. They all had on formal attire, rode English, had about 30 dogs and not one actually hunted. They were walking the woods and tracks behind the horses. The lead fellow had a horn, when these skittish things saw me they about came out of their skin. They were so concerned. Certainly very unsocialized and I don’t believe much was expected of them. The young ladies riding along were pleasant and didn’t look too shabby even out of my one good eye. . All in all I saw few deer and they were scattered and running with all that chaos all morning. That wasn’t my vent but if I write too short LT gets upset. He counts the words and when short he informs me. So I get home and decide to cook breakfast, after I clean the dishes. My girl or her daughter normally do but I have time today. Her daughter had eaten earlier and left her stuff. Guess she got on something else but upon cleaning I was starting to get aggravated. When I cook eggs and want say leeks, peppers, mushrooms, cheese, etc etc I mix it all in pan. Cook and I’m done. Heck I’ve even eaten out of the pan. I know a little caveman but to me minimalist and efficient. One pan, one knife, one fork sometimes a plate. I don’t even use napkins, I wear long sleeves. Today I believe I used a few hundred gallons water and plenty of fuel to heat it. Apparently there was a cutting board used to cut peppers, and a knife, than she chopped up some stuff in a chopper thing and somehow involved another knife. another bowl to mix stuff, a plate for God knows what else. 2 spatulas, a bread plate. Butter knife. A few cups, mixing bowls, multiple sharp knives, spoons, forks, her breakfast plate, etc All to cook eggs? Is it me or should I stay out til she’s done? LT enough words?