So many firsts when one moves to a new state, but today’s, though they seem mundane, are significant to me.

I finally got to take my mountains of broken-down moving boxes to the recycle place, courtesy of Avdi, who officially doesn’t have COVID!  I feel tons lighter, and my laundry room has been liberated to store more stuff, and maybe one day even a washer and dryer.

It was a dark and stormy (well, rainy, with some lightning and thunder) night and day, so I decided to attempt my first challot in STL, and for that matter, in years.  While we were at the recycle, the rising dough was taking over the oven, so I punched it down again and rebraided it.  Verdict: it’s bread!

Not as exciting, but we stopped in at my first STL hardware store, and I stocked up on some supplies.  Avdi discovered that hyacinth bulbs cause an uncomfortable allergic reaction, so nixed that.

Also, my new MO Medicare advantage plan approved my enrollment, so I’ll be covered starting November, even if stupid Medicaid rejects my application.  I guess even being aged and below the poverty line isn’t eligibility enough in MO.