It'll get there.

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Dishes set up and done.  Always find more, or dirty more.  I think the little pot survived.  Amazing how fast and easy dishes are, mostly.  If I could just clear the deck of so many other tasks, I am sure catching and keeping up in the kitchen and front bath will be a breeze.  Almost there, too.  Plus, with the tub open full time, showers and mopping are readily available.  With the floors clearing... it's a mess, cleaning up.

The attempt at fixing the ink cartridge was a fail.  It is only ever a hail Mary.  I'll get a shower shortly, then figure things.  Cold again, hard cold.  My gig, if it slows things down.  Hmm, while at it, eggs.  Enough for more batches of souffle?  You know what?  I think so.  And a bunch of apples, more of that super gooder (tm) sharp cheddar, and the idea of sticking with it until I feel I have it.  I'd like to get it to were I could serve it out.

Truth is, it isn't... hmm... I don't believe many would love it.  Food?  Sure, but prepackaged, like or not, has brighter notes and could be more filling... even if using wood pulp and else.  The world has moved on from real foods, has no taste for it.  I am a dinosaur.  Aiming for true old school though, so a feature not a bug.

Heck, something else I will be seeking is ancient wheat, einkorn and spelt... just trial sizes first, if Shangri-la is open, I'll give them first shot.  And I need whole wheat berries.  The grinder will get put to it's paces, or at least used to make several cups of each.  In time I will probably sprout each type, dehydrate, grind, and compare sugar spikes among regular, sprouted, then each with and without sourdoughs of the various grains. Yes, you can transition ap or whole wheat sourdough to einkorn, perhaps spelt.  Probably even to buckwheat or rye.  Crazy, cats.

Hmm?  I best think about getting to things.  Later.

Oh, hey, Michael, and Chief?  Chief, don't tell me you were a leatherneck.  Dang kids.  Song isn't to you, either of you.  Just laughing while stirring as many shitpots as this fireman can.  Are we there yeti?  I'm including Michael because I'm not sure the mail went through.  And Chief.  Just like imaging a head sploding.  It's a song to a very special lady.  I think she was crazier than me?  Isn't there a song about that too?  Anyway...

Yeah, there was more than one her.