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There's Is Something About Baking Bread

 I can't resist the pun about kneading to bake bread. 

So that is out of the way and we now are moving on.

I have lost my favorite sandwich bread recipe. Tomorrow I'm going to attempt to make it from memory. If it doesn't work I'm probably going to need mental health advice. As I often say things like this aren't a matter of life and death, it is slightly more important than that. I loved that bread. I never had a loaf from that recipe that didn't work and it tastes so good.

I had my annual physical yesterday. Outside of mobility issues, I seem to be in rather good health. All of the plumbing works. (Blood circulation, heart, and digestive functions) The electrical is functioning. (Nerve, sight, and hearing) The controller is adequate. (Cognitive.) 

Good news: I don't have to have any more colonoscopies. They will not be checking me for prostate cancer. Apparently, medical science says that if I have it I will die of something else first. That's reassuring. I think?

I have read some snarky remarks about the new episodes of The Crown. I'm not an Anglophile, but I do enjoy this drama built around the British Royal family. I'm blown away by the performance of Gillian Anderson, playing Margaret Thatcher, Elizabeth Debicki as Princess Diana, Helena Bohnam Carter as Princess Margaret, and Olivia Coleman as QEII. These women move this show along like a premier soccer team with the ball going down the pitch. Forget about the real players in this drama, we'll never know the truth about them until they die.




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  1. ToddHobertNovember 25, 2020 at 10:53 PM

    Prostate exam: When detecting the problem may arguably be worse the the problem itself.

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