"People in sleeping bags are the soft tacos of the bear world."

Many of the rural roads around here have a 55 mph speed limit that drops when you get to an area with a grouping of homes. These are noted by sings that say "Speed Zone Ahead."
That bothers me. It suggests I can speed through that stretch with impunity. Shouldn't it say "Reduce Speed Ahead"?

What's wrong with this book cover? Specifically, the subtitle. This bugs me, too. I just ordered it on Kindle because I'm told it's a very good (and very short) book. But the editors didn't go to Harvard.

The cinnamon rolls using pastry flour were a total and complete FAIL. As in, they're now in the trash outside.
They looked great going into the oven and coming out of the oven. When I came out this morning the rolls in the center of the pan had collapsed to about 1.5" tall while the outside rolls were original height.
I went ahead and made the butter creme frosting and put that on assuming my problems were only cosmetic. Nope! All of them and especially those in the middle were way too doughy. I was afraid to eat them.
I stopped in to see Marsha, the local gal who runs a bakery and who told me about pastry flour. She asked me questions and based on my description of what I did and what I got a) I didn't use enough flour, and b) I baked them too fast at too high a temp. (The tops were brown despite a doughy center.)
I'll try it again following her suggestions and see if that makes a difference, but not right now. I need a success after two successive FAILs. Cardamon toast, maybe walnut squares. After I get back from AZ.

I couldn't figure out why I got the red squiggly line when I typed impugnity. When right-clicked it corrects to impunity.
But I was sure the verb form is impugn.
It is, except they're completely different words. Impunity means without consequences and comes from some French word. Impugn means to assault, to assail, and comes from the Latin.
I cry foul. They should have worked this out before it came to spell check.

The Blazer is cleaned inside and out and ready for packing tomorrow afternoon. Any car, and especially a black one, will look filthy when it lives on a gravel road in Oregon in winter. When you don't have a square inch of pavement, never mind a paved driveway, the inside will look the same, with the floor holding a collection fir needles, leaves, and dried mud.
I'm going to live in this car for about three days over the next week and a half and I want to at least start out with it clean.

I've been snagging pics of hood ornaments off the web so we can play "Name This Car" at that senior luncheon. I've learned some interesting things in the process. Back in the day of hood ornaments Datsun's was a slightly stylized silver rabbit in full stride. The name Datsun is a homonym for the Japanese "leaping hare."
"Nissan" is Japanese for "Bring back the 510!"

The above paragraphs were written at various points throughout a busy day. I've just finished my leftover pizza and have settled in my chair until I decide to go to bed.
Pam's gone, Buddy's gone, Bear's gone (barely noticeable)...the house is empty. I feel like I should be doing something I wouldn't otherwise do but I can't come up with anything.
How do people live all alone??