40° & Friday

Not It but He, Father Nature, is 40°F here at the moment, the moment being all we have of life as it moves along our timeline,

and the ship's still out there, swinging at anchor between 7H and Davis Point. For a while yesterday her small boat was anchored just to the east (left) of her, and we figured someone, maybe the mess cook, might be out fishing for supper.

In the small toaster oven four "small" west coast oysters are baking. First they were pan fried in a pat of butter to brown them and dry them out some, then moved to the little oven to cook down a bit. A seasonal thing with oysters, they are quite fat, which needs cooking down. Two slices 40 cal. extra thin ww bread on top of the toaster heating, but they'll be toasted browner before the oysters are laid on top of them for open face. As I experienced in my own life, there is a point of just-rightness with oysters, and it's between their starved too-thin stage and this obesity.

For what it's worth, which along with political morality is zero anymore, even more zero than ever, the attached link 
https://www.cnn.com/2019/10/31/politics/katie-hill-farewell-speech-full-text/index.html?utm_source=CNN+Five+Things&utm_campaign=edc92dc02c-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2019_11_01_02_35&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_6da287d761-edc92dc02c-81726613
expresses reasons for checking out of America and popping up somewhere else next time round. Maybe an old or new planet in the solar system of a galaxy in the next universe over. 

Who doesn't get it, my condolences.

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