Well done.
This is not a post about doing something good or great. Just over 2 weeks ago, daughter Sutter came from New Zealand for a visit. I was actually the shuttle driver to SFO and OAK airports for her, either early in the mornings or very late at nights. Oh well. Trying to please her kind of makes me nervous. It drives her nuts when I say 'I don't know.' Oh well. Before she showed up, I was heating up some bacon. No, not cooking the bacon. Heating up the bacon. I usually fry a pound of bacon all at once, and then I put it into a plastic container. Doing it that way, I can heat up a couple of slices of the bacon in the microwave. And I only smell up the house once, instead of several times. So that was my plan: set the timer to 20 seconds, and the power to 70%. Then I lugged some laundry down to the washer. Then I heard the smoke alarm. As I made my way upstairs, getting closer to the kitchen, the alarm stopped. But it was quite smokey. No, it was very smokey. OM