Keeping at it.

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More dishes.  Little bits from dinner, some from other things, a few things found.  A massive wooden cutting board needed attention.  Beside washing, when working with wood, if it actually needs wet washing, as this did, then also oiling.  I use a food-safe... stuff.  Though, if you wanted to be extremely technical, what is good for food may not be good for people.  Yeah, it's come to that.  If those events were oversights, that would be one thing.  They are planned by beancounters and lawyers.  Both of whom use each other to ensure that neither is subject to prosecution for the mass murder they just suggested... or in their words, expressed as a cheaper solution, even if a minor class-action suit went forward... after the deaths caused by their... number crunching and legal history research.  Huh?  Oh, just suggesting that with China now importing almost everything, and our systems already underwhelming in defenses, and bought out, caveat emptor.  Still... doing a bit of research, and saying a prayer... it's what is left.

I have one small load left.  Though as I switch between tasks, next to work in the kitchen, digging through to clearances, perhaps I will find more.  Which is fine, it takes a while for the water temp to be more suitable for washing.  I can do it blast furnace fresh, prefer not to.

I pulled the stock.  Ah well.  Simply put, it was too strong, by far.  So I split it.  Now it is just water.  Bleh.  I quit.  I'll toss this and start over again, again.  This time a little slower, and I don't have the dishes to mess with, I have an idea of how much bone to use, and... that is as good as I can do.  Start over, again, again.  Thankfully I have enough to do this.  Annoying.  But the learning process, if not expensive in several ways, may simply not hold.  So be it.  I learn.  And live.  Plus, the work is good for me.  I'll set bones to thaw, perhaps roasting them tomorrow evening?  Yeah, maybe.

Hmm, I'm calling it a night, other than the dishes, actually.  And a shower.  Not bad though, for a day of rest.  Perhaps, tomorrow, much more in the kitchen, the counters and table top... and boxes wherever they may be found.  Boxes and tribbles?  The troubles, brother, the toil.  Ah well.  Later or good night.