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 In the hotel, I have a one cup coffee maker, a squat little fridge with no room for a freezer, an air fryer, a toaster, and a microwave.  This is a decent mini kitchen.

The coffee maker is like a knockoff Keurig, so no hot plate.  If I had a hot plate, that would be something.

Possibly a dangerous something, considering, you know, cats.  Also, me.

I have been making muffins in the air fryer.  I got some Martha White muffin mix for a dollar each and silicone baking cups.  I can stuff five of those in the basket of the air fryer.  I cook them for 15 minutes at 350 and then nuke them for a minute and a half.  Otherwise the tops get a little overdone.

I got some eggs and Buddig turkey.  Joey can eat Buddig, and almost no other lunchmeat.  Now I can make what Stan calls Eggs McKingbird - lunchmeat and egg in the microwave on an English muffin.  I put cheese on mine.  Like this:

It sees you

Lunchmeat, then egg, then salt and pepper, and a couple drops of water on top.  I usually put it in a large coffee cup, but my suitable ones are packed away.

Nuke it for about a minute, look at it to assess, then probably nuke it for 30 more seconds.  For some reason, if you don't give it that little pause, it explodes.

Food!  Caption overstating its beauty!

Then slap that on a toasted English muffin.  Add cheese or spinach and tomato or human tears, whatever you fancy and have at hand.

What, food again?!

It's good and warm, so just fine hotel food.  

I'm still looking for houses or apartments.  The cats are a complication, but genuine emotional support critters.  Our income is well below the demand for most places - I message anyway to see if they take Section 8.    Many are scams - more than half on FB Marketplace.  Many are not remotely accessible to Aaron.  

I'm beyond disheartened, but I am still chugging along.  Let's think about the Eggs McKingbird again.