Oh, a very good finale.

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A sunch was served, lupper?  Satisfactory.  I... was not satisfied.  The spices were a bit bland.  The heat was there, little more.  But, with lettuce, onions, tomato, and raw fresh sour cream?  Oh, the rest carried my minor flaw over the line.  The boss was happy enough.  I will practice.

And... a sort of food dare was finally completed.  Pig brains, in a can.  We both sampled.  This has been on the books for a long time.  Taste?  Not bad, if it smelled like wet canned cat food.  It was the texture.  Somewhere between chalky and meally, with a spam taste, and cat food smell.  Will not be a daily.  Would like to try fresh.

We made it without a gag, if he almost lost it.  I just laughed, if I had advice.  Of course I did!  I suggested he let his mind go blank, like when a woman talks at you.  Works with wonky food too.  Too late I realized he... doesn't have the skill, or see the need.  I think he... well... he will sort this out.  No offense ladies, it's... well... we have to defend ourselves.

As well, a newer machine was made operational.  Then the internet was set up.  As well, the password was found.  I should have an easier time with access, probably.  Ugh, but that front room is blazing.  I may have to figure out a way to get Internet upstairs.  Hmm, if the rig is wi-fi...

We also attempted to check a dead socket.  Definitely dead.  The way to it is... difficult.  May have to get estimates and go from there.  Quite a day, with and without help.  A nap is needed.  Later.