My retirement from cooking isn't just hurting me. Mom called to say that today for lunch they ate Lit'l Smokies and cereal. More sympathetic I could not be. I drank a root beer and ate leftover peanut butter fudge, which wasn't very good in the first place. On a brighter note, I did more homework this afternoon than I've done in, well, there's no reason to dredge up the distant past.