So much for doing much.

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The blanket and socks are taking longer than expected to dry.  I am prepping food.  I suppose I could put them in on fluff, as they are nearly finished... see if that works.  All good though, I really don't think I am going to fight through and do too much today.

My mother called but I missed it.  No message, so it must have just been an hello and welfare check.  It might be a work day so I am waiting until a bit later to call.  I try to give her enough time to get home, get comfortable, maybe have a bite to eat, then bug her.  Or... I just don't call.

I thought I might have hurt myself yesterday.  I was using a All-Clad saucier in which to heat a cut of prime rib.  It has very heavy stainless handles, and is a stainless pan.  It had been in at 350 for half an hour when I pulled it out, by hand.  Yeah.  I didn't want to drop it, by the time I realized the mess I was closer to the top.  Glass top so I couldn't just drop it.  It didn't seem bad, at first, but sometimes the damage shows up later.  I was busy with dinner, should have put something cold, to draw out the heat, on it.  Ice, or ice covered in a rag, or wet rag with ice, or even a cold jar of tea from the fridge... or just run cold water on it.  No need, as it turns out.  Not even a blister.  Not even a red mark.  Yeah, I am different.  Solid whole grip on that thick heavy metal handle, 350 F, not even a blister.  Weird.

I'm making just such a meal again today.  Though this time I didn't grab it out without a mitt.  Heating potatoes, then I'll finish one of the cuts of meat, and... all good.  If the meat is too much, or I need change, I might have some salad.  I could save the leftovers for a beef salad.  Yeah, I suppose.  Later.