The worst thing in the world, in my opinion, is coming home from work and figuring out what to eat. I don’t mind cooking so much, it’s the thinking that stinks. Normally this isn’t such a big deal because we’re stocked up from Sam’s, but that supply has run now dry. Until we can get into Lincoln, what on earth will we have for dinner? You pick! Keep in mind that anything that looks edible on these shelves has probably expired.