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Perfect breakfast Monday, after my most successful doctor visit checkup ever: black coffee, TraderJoe's chicken liver pate' on German bread. Eagerly anticipated, had delayed opening the pate' until yesterday's moment of return from my 7:45 appointment. 

Checkup: all lab numbers perfect, BP perfect, I had made sure weight was "perfect for me, all things considered", which was to say, no gain, no loss. But, seeing that my heart surgery at Cleveland Clinic was now ten plus years ago, doctor gave me an appointment slip for cardiac tests, which I will do soon. Best news: health so good he was happy for me to shift from six-monthly to annual checkup.

But some days have buts. Arrived home to begin prepping the leg of lamb for the long awaited post-checkup dinner (noon at our house). But as Linda had been starting to cook the requisite onions and carrots, the Samsung range shut it self down for the last time and forever with one deafeningly exploding KaBlam: after numerous tests of patience over the past six and a half years, this was our final Samsung appliance in this lifetime, and only in the hereafter if we get a boarding house room in hell, as, friends 'n neighbors, there are no Samsung products in the Many Mansions of My Father's House. It's a big, big, house, with lots and lots of room, and a big, big table, with lots and lots of mullet and fried oysters, none of it cooked on a Samsung range.

New GE kitchen range scheduled for delivery tomorrow, meanwhile we are combo: cooking on the hotplate and ordering for pickup, today's dinner maybe from Hunt's Oyster Bar. After having enjoyed eating out again during the covid respite, we are back to masking indoors and staying out of restaurants. Covid is here to stay, friends 'n neighbors, and we mean to be mindfully flexible as it ebbs and flows, including masks when recommended by medics not politicians, vax booster when available.

Yes, I'm trying to stay away from politics here, but there's something seriously wrong in our governor's office, cultivating denial, going against epidemiologists' medical advice about covid; unwilling to back off, even doubling down when he's wrong as, across the state, hospitals and ERs fill up and even children contracting covid. Is he NPD and cannot admit error? is he pandering to a target electorate? what's his prob?

But the leg of lamb festival went beautifully anyway. Seared in a pan on the hotplate, roasted at 400°F in the toaster oven. Took it out at 122°F and covered for a few, it continued cooking, sliced at 128°F. Tender, juicy, slightly pink, scrumptious. Leftovers, lamb sandwich for Tuesday breakfast, Black coffee, heart meds, postprandial BP 74/49, short lie-down.

What now? Contemplating Sunday School for this coming Sunday, which is combo Rally Day, Backpack Sunday, and Festival of Fried Chicken and Pork Butt. SS usual time & place: what? I'm thinking a combo, maybe the Gospel of Judas Iscariot, maybe something about the Bread of Life discourse in John 6, maybe a look at the Creeds, including a new one I especially like, for those who believe the Nicene Fathers were over-zealously over the top. 

RSF&PTL

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