Oh my god leftovers are still left over

It's Sunday (and I spent most of today thinking it was Saturday so finding that out was a really big let down, let me tell you) and we still have leftovers of everything that I made, and some of it is probably going to go in the trash because it's not food I'm a fan of but made for other people and my husband keeps saying he's going to heat it up and eat it and then he doesn't so it's all still in the fridge.

I've been eating nothing but leftovers for three days (with the addition of scrambled eggs once) and I am very ready for something else so tonight... we're getting pizza.

The ham bone with the ham still on it is in the freezer. I think I'm going to make split pea soup next weekend, which will involve inviting people over to eat it (and maybe take some home with them) because I'm the only one in our house who enjoys split pea soup. Split pea soup and some good bread and I don't know what else. Is that enough for a meal? Maybe a lasagna or stuffed shells. Maybe baked macaroni and cheese.

Anyway, getting pizza tonight just means that tomorrow we'll still have leftover Thanksgiving food, but also we'll have leftover pizza as well. Which isn't a tragedy but it is leftoverpalooza.

Andor

I always want to say ahn-dor, not ann-dor which is I guess the correct way to say it.

The thing about this show is how dirty it is, how sweaty, how grimy, how people wear hoodies and anoraks and work in junkyards and have ugly dogs ("dogs") and eat cereal that comes from a box.

They have dirt under their fingernails and they check on their neighbors and they have a culture that is different from the cultures on other planets/systems and there's bureaucracy and people who just want to spend time with their kids.

This show is foreign and it's familiar and it'll break your heart while also offering you some Spackle before you move on. Some. Not enough. You have to make your own, too.

This isn't a show about politicians and princesses and people making big wide sweeping plans. It's a show about the people who have to put those plans into motion, have to live under those plans, have to live with the results of those plans. These are the people building ship parts and armor and docking bays. These are the people having their property taken, their homes taken, their lives taken, for the convenience of The Empire.

Destroying a planet in one sudden explosion? That is too large to fully comprehend. Removing a community from the homes they've lived in for hundreds of generations because they make good storage spaces and denying that community full access to religious sites? That strikes a bit closer to our experiences and fears.

It's something we haven't really seen. Luke's a farm boy, sure. A farm boy in white who had droids to do the physical labor... labor that doesn't seem to involve dirt. Rey's a scavenger, sure, surviving day by day... and also wearing white, somehow clean. Finn's a soldier, Poe's a former drug dealer. Rose is a mechanic, dressed in a sturdy jumpsuit, dirt under her nails, her sister dead for the Cause, but we barely see her. We get a passing mention of her enslaved mining family, if I remember correctly. It's a flick of background information while the focus of the movie is on stopping the destruction of a planet. Rose's planet has already been destroyed.

There are no wizards in "Andor."

There's only people desperate to get from under the boot that's grinding them into the dirt.