Unsupervised in November!

Yes. The Husband has foolishly left me alone again. This time he's gone 9-freaking-thousand (yes, THOUSAND) miles away, crossing an ocean to flit around some European country on the underside of Russia. One of the conversations we had before he left went like this:

The Husband: "Make sure you eat right while I'm gone."
Me: "I'm supposed to eat?"
The Husband: "I'm going to have someone come by and check on you every day to make sure!"
Me: "If you do that, can't they just bring me stuff?"

As you might guess, that didn't happen. And I ran out of milk.