{"id":573895273,"date":"2023-01-10T21:41:32","date_gmt":"2023-01-11T02:41:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/?p=573895273"},"modified":"2023-01-12T13:25:15","modified_gmt":"2023-01-12T18:25:15","slug":"gustard-is-for-mustard-lovers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/wordpress\/blog\/2023\/01\/10\/gustard-is-for-mustard-lovers\/","title":{"rendered":"Gustard is for (mustard) lovers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today seemed to last forever. I looked up, it was 11 a.m. I looked again, it was 1 p.m. The next time I glanced at the time it was 2 p.m. For the next 46 consecutive hours it was 2 p.m. Not sure how that happens. None of the rhythms or chores of the day were different than a normal day. Nothing to make it stretch or compress. It was just two. Two. Twoooooooooooooo. <\/p>\n<p>Also, I had four hours of sleep last night. And change. Four hours and change. Really, though, when the hours of sleep starts with four, the extra minutes seem a trifling detail. There was a time, mind you, when I got by on much less. But I started making a conscientious effort to sleep more and now I can&#8217;t sleep less. <\/p>\n<p>So it was that I came in this evening, sat down with a cat and dozed off. Only to be woken up when my lovely bride came through the front door. And I dozed off again. Only to be woken up when she came upstairs. And then I was awake, until it was time for dinner. <\/p>\n<p>We had cheeseburgers this evening, which let me use, and use up, my first bottle of Gustard. <\/p>\n<p><center><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kennysmith.org\/photo\/jan23\/jan09.jpg\"><\/center><\/p>\n<p>This was a Christmas gift a few years ago. My god-sisters-in-law (go with it) got it for me because we all like the band <a href=\"https:\/\/www.guster.com\/\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">Guster<\/a>, I&#8217;m impossible to shop for and some people like a challenge. It turns out Guster partnered with <a href=\"https:\/\/butterflybakeryvt.com\/\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">this company<\/a> in Vermont and they makes a good mustard. <\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t even like mustard. Or, I didn&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>This year&#8217;s Christmas gift included more Gustard. Because we flew back from Christmas some of our presents were shipped after us. The box, including my new Gustard, arrived today. So, tonight, I could finish this bottle. Life has its grand moments of small serendipities of timing.<\/p>\n<p>Or maybe it wasn&#8217;t timing. Maybe I just stayed in the period between 2 p.m. and 5 p.m. for six weeks and the box had plenty of time to USPS its way here. <\/p>\n<p>One of those is likely. <\/p>\n<p>Probably the timely shipment of a parcel.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"900\" height=\"506\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/pQ8XvKnOGLA\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"900\" height=\"506\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/WAZHRDQ4spU\" title=\"YouTube video player\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today seemed to last forever. I looked up, it was 11 a.m. I looked again, it was 1 p.m. The next time I glanced at the time it was 2 p.m. For the next 46 consecutive hours it was 2 p.m. Not sure how that happens. 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