Good morning! My brain is now rested…enought to have caught up and read those fascinating articles, Shaw. Thanks for the thought-porovoking read!
Sending happy wedding mojo to you, Fall Girl.
DTE, hope the med switch settles out AND that hubby is more judicious in his comments 
MP, sending fast resolution mojo for your D…
Let’s see, skunk-free air is also on order, any anything rise any of you need 
So, brain is rested because in a highly unusual move considering the source, McH booked us a cooking class last night. This man does not come NEAR me in the kitchen. Early in our dating years I asked him to zest a lemon for me and he stood there looking baffled, lemon in hand, studying it intently, as if it would give up its zest by the pure power of scrutiny
I think he thought I was asking him to do something obscene!
I don’t miss much about my first husband and I love mch for all the world, but I was accustomed to “couples cooking” in earlier times where you had a cohort and a bottle of wine in the kitchen. So it took some adjustment to the new world order on the food prep front 
So the odds of ever ending up in a cooking class with mch were, to my mind, approximately nil.
However, a business group to which he belongs has a new member who is a personal chef. Essentially, she will go to your house for a dinner party, teach you all how to cook the meal you’ve requested to learn, involve everyone in the act, then serve the dinner, clean up, and disappear. Fun thing.
So she hosted a sample party, which is how I got to witness mch studying his mortal enemy, the mushroom, with a Ginsu knife. It was awesome on a number of levels, because in addition to his new appreciation for trendy kitchen gear e should by me for Christmas, he was also forced to admit that he LIKED the flavor of properly prepared (and very finely chopped) mushrooms.
A triumph on so many fronts! Plus a bottle of wine on a weeknight! Woohoo!