Nothing going.

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A nap is required without any physical reason.  It is dark out there, and just at freezing.  I did finish two pieces of pork on the grill, and an already baked potato.  I wasn't sure if any of it would work.  Perfect.  Letting it burn for 15, closing the lid for five, then placing the food right down just above the coals, giving it five minutes each side, and all finished as well as could be hoped.  While the clotted cream is creamy, it is much mider than regular butter.  Better for fresh breads and pastry, if I were to suggest... which I just did.  The nap is tugging at cohesive thought.

A shower, work either in the sitting room or extricating the loveseat, then making chili?  Something along those lines, if possible.  After a nap.  And more reading.  I'll describe some of the material I finally getting through.  I'll never catch up on my reading.  There are more of even the true and good books and so little time, capacity to read, and else.  I'll keep at it.  Later.