I can’t find my salt shaker. Got to be around here somewhere but the floor is rather messy. Without it I don’t want to eat my beautiful fresh white meat chicken. It’s one of the few foods I don’t like without salt. Tomatoes, and corn are two others but I can get by without salt on them. Blank white chicken without salt it’s rather dry and tasteless.
Some like protein grab has a blockage.
It looks like I’m probably not going to go back to sleep this morning. I should have. I could have. But I didn’t. How that affects my evening sleep, we’ll see.
I am afraid to remove or borrow anything from the rest of the house to my room, even for a few minutes. If I forget to return it before it is discovered, then I am a thief. I am an inconvenience and my trust score goes down.
I am aware the home owner has control issues. If I let him catch me with the salt shaker in my room, then everything he has ever misplaced may be my fault.
My solution came the next day. I had some fast food delivered and there were a few paper packets of salt. It was perfect.