A start.

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If leading quickly to a finish?  Maybe.

I got a start on dishes, quickly.  Loading up another small grouping of dishes.  Plus, putting away most of the dishes being dried.  A nice start.

Then, an odd one, but... pee jugs... all drained, all cleared, cleaned, and just about finished with those.  Two are drying, three will be drained in a bit.  Using bleach to clean them, just a tad, with hot water, for the final cleaning and soaking, I don't waste the bleach.  I have been using it to clean the toilet.  Each jug gets strategically emptied, then the toilet scrubber is applied.  The blockage created... a bit of a mess.  And, taking so long to clear it, that dried a bit.  But... slowly, that tis being managed.  Actually, it looks sparkling, at least the toilet.  Still, a few more layers of cleans is always good.  And I hate to waste.  Yes, when I can keep up, those jugs keep the toilet clean, most of the time.  Only going bad when I forget to lock up as well as I should, and my bathroom gets trashed by some mob or particularly nasty individual.

Now I have chicken browning, and the oven heating.  Yea, I am thinking browned chicken will be a ton better than simply baked chicken, from raw.  I'll be baking this lower, at 335, for about an half hour... maybe forty minutes?  I'll go with forty.  With the skin side down.  Then I'll check the temp.  Probably, at that point, heating the oven to 415 and opening the foil... letting the top brown more.

Salt, pepper, and ginger on the skin side.  Nothing fancy, not heavy.  I will add just a dusting of cayenne to two of the pieces, skin side, when I flip them and open them up.  Can smell the ginger.  Very nice, if unusual, add.  Moods do that.

I'll want to push dishes through, as I turn those.  The fat collector, I used to clear the cooking fats, is in the wash.  I want that out, and ready, for more gravy!  I absolutely love what I have found with gravy, and how well I am doing.  Still things to adjust, but... really?  Salted, buttered, a bit of pepper, keto thickeners, and the simple rendered fats from the meat, and just a bit of time, and... you can have a bowl of ambrosia, manna, or... such.

Oh, sure, she... would respond, quickly.  I can never tell if she is accusing, or just... stating.  I get it.  Sometimes.  Sometimes I am not sure.  Other times I am totally baffled.  It's just the way it goes.

So... familiar...

From darkness to light?

Keep what you kill.  Shh...