After returning early back to home, we all went grocery shopping where inflation bit us in the but. Thank you very much for the tax cuts we don't qualify for that do nothing to stimulate the economy Mr. President. Dinner was frozen pizza with frozen veggies on the side. After dinner, Homeless Lass did the washing up, youngest daughter and I folded the last of the laundry and my wife did some sort of work on the computer while eldest daughter lied down on her lazy correbungus listening to her iPod. She was quite dismayed when I invited everyone who had done work after dinner back to the table for ice cream.
Evening came and morning followed. It was the eighth day. And, as mentioned in the intro copy, by morning most of the pain had gone. I'm still a bit tender; turning and twisting are not very comfortable. But the pain is far less than I expected. Liturgy was very nice, heartbreaking in fact. Tears were difficult to hold back.
After the trek home, I watched Fareed Zakaria's show on PBS. Then I went to work in the kitchen to get a start on a curry. To my great bewilderment, I discovered that we had no curry paste so I made due and tried a suicide mixture of spices from our cupboard. I'm hoping that if nothing else, my homemade chili powder will pull it out of the toilet. While I made curry, I oversaw my youngest daughter put together Janet's Chocolate Medicinal Mousse Pie. Then we did the dishes together.
And I'm going to do my best to do no more work today. I will need to debone a chicken that is currently slowly cooking in the crock pot. Else, the curry I intend to be ready for dinner will have no meat. I'll also probably have to cook some veggies and make a salad. But hopefully, that will be all. Today is a day to rest.
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