like a wind of change

Some days I feel as though I am not using my time wisely. But what does that mean to use my time wisely? Of course I use it however I please even if that means sitting in my underwear until 1pm and looking up beef online. Or making myself an espresso and cooking up some eggs. Everything that we do is wise, aside from abuse in all of the disturbing forms it comes in.

Back to this link… I looked up beef because I went to the King Street meat shop and asked them if their beef was organic. Supposedly a company has to shut down for five years and re-open so they can be certified organic. Isn’t that nuts? No wonder organic is so damned expensive. That is such a shame. But the butcher (and owner, I believe) told me it was triple grade A beef so I had to look up what that meant and they buy locally (depending on the time of year) or from Alberta. This makes me very happy.