During breakfast on August 20 in Billings, Montana, Paula asked the waitress for some cinnamon to sprinkle over her oatmeal. The kind waitress bought her a plastic cup, normally used to hold barbecue sauce or ketchup (an inch around and nearly as tall) heaped with cinnamon. Even after liberally sprinkling some of it on her oatmeal there was a lot of cinnamon left. Fearing that they would throw it out if we left it and knowing we could use it, she wrapped it in a napkin and we took it with us.

Today, January 11, 144 days later, that container of cinnamon (kept in a larger plastic container) finally was used up. Nearly every day we added some of that cinnamon to our coffee, pancakes, and other items. Amazing. Kind of sad though, that cinnamon container had been with us so long it had become part of the family.