Everyone in the house has been prickly since the truck event. It makes the weekend long. They all left a little while ago to visit some cousins in Damascus. I had started a chicken concoction thinking that it was one time--I figured it would take an hour to cook and 20 minutes to cool and then I could go do some errands I need to run--but soon after starting I learned that it was really another time. Thank you, Ben Franklin. Here I am willing chicken to cook faster so I can go. Oh well, losing an hour of this lousy weekend won't break my heart.