Slow but well.

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Most of the first parts.  A shave, starting dishes, then hitting laundry, then getting dinner going is next.  I've done more than might seem, between stumbling on extra work and not doing everything in order.  I am hoping to take a long hot bath as a final chore.

I am planning to use the instant pot.  First to sear the pork roast, then pressure cook it.  I will be adding dehydrated mushrooms, butter, and water.  Stock would be better, I just haven't gotten to it yet.  And, yes, beef and chicken broth do well with pork and other meats.  I suppose pork broth would do better.  Hmm... I might have hocks... trotters.  That would create stock right there, with some water.  As well, I plan on making meatloaf, from a mix of ground beef, lamb, and pork as the meat.

My right palm has become wounded again.  At least it isn't both of them, and it isn't bleeding now.  The left palm may be beginning to tear though.  It is as if it comes from inside.  It doesn't hurt for the time being.  Comes and goes.  I do resist it.  I am not sure of the cause.  Every few months to years, staying as long or short as frequency.  When it hit me what it might be... it... bothered me.  And a recent and new song came to mind.



Well, on to some things.  Later.