Mary, Messenger recently (as in, early this year) set up a more robust security system on Messenger with a one-time pin. Do you have a smart phone? The Facebook app is where they have parked most of the security stuff, so if, for example, you need a code to confirm you are you on any device, there is a security section on the phone's FB app to which you need to navigate to get the code. I think they wanted a six-digit pin.
Struck out again at the discount grocery as far as produce, they had that warehouse closed. More eggs on sale (I'll be eating a lot of them for a while), and they had some nice sausage links and some gluten-free buns. I love a sausage in a bun with my homemade relish or sauerkraut. In this instance, I'll be putting my fresh pickle slices on as the garnish (as much pickle or relish as meat - it can serve as a vegetable serving that way.)
On a totally non-declutter note, we've gone full-circle in our end of the neighborhood. When I first moved in (2002) the next door neighbors invited me over to dinner with their kids and the new grandbaby, Audrey. Today when I stepped next door to deliver some flowers and ripe tomatoes, I met Audrey's baby boy, six months old. How time flies in our village!
Earlier today it looked like we had weather heading our way (the ex, in his usual contrarian approach, said "it's all weather, clear or cloudy." This is one of the reasons we're better as friends and not living in the same house. He can drive me nuts). The clouds dissipated, but might form again as evening approaches. If it doesn't rain, I'm going to go spray a clay whitewash (Surround WP - "wettable powder") on my garden to help deflect the damage from the bright sun. That would be easier than the floating row cover to act as a shade cloth.
There was a huge cucumber in the garden yesterday, hiding in plain sight that should have been picked about two days earlier. I gave it to my daughter at our lunch today; she can choose to eat it herself or cut it into large pieces and skewer on a thing on a chain for the chicken run, like a large cucumber piñata. They love it and it is not only good for them, it's entertaining. (She described having to treat some kinds of wounds on her birds' feet and it had me thinking of the time I had to buy vodka and a medication to euthanize a fish that a friend of hers had somehow convinced her to care for and she passed it to me. And it was dying. I didn't want to flush it, so - anyway, now she's discovering the joys of addressing pet issues. Good thing her cat is in robust health.)
My goal for the weekend is to clear horizontal surfaces. And possibly a run to Goodwill.