Shabbat dawns cool and crisp at 40° now that one band of December rains have passed. But another is tracking in tomorrow Praise music plays on the puck, and a joyful budgie greets the day with me. The new kitchen island is installed and we are getting used to a big chunk of cabinetry sitting in the middle of a once vast sea of linoleum. But I am the sort that needs four pots, two skillets and seven bowls to fry an egg, and the added counter top will be a welcome addition.
Not much on the newsfeeds. Mostly hyperventilating of impeachment proceedings and righteous huffery and puffery on the shutdown. I don’t care enough to carefully read what the details are. I am making a concerted effort to stay below the governments radar, much the same way common people ages ago treated a tyrannical King. Hide the harvest and the women and say nothing.
I am excited about getting a sous vide heater for slow cooking, along with a induction cook top for frying. I can hardly wait to try them out. But this morning I will go about brunch preparations the old way. Thaw a couple of cups of frozen hash-browns, fry ‘em up with some onions, fry up some turkey sausage, and fry up a couple of runny eggs.
But I have a little time to sit and write, and let the inspirational music suffuse my soul.