I was cleaning the kitchen today. Since I was laid off this has taken a chunk of my daily life. I never much cared for the tedium of kitchen cleaning, but now that we're all home so much more, eating 3 times more meals here, the chore has become relentless. But I digress.
As I was unloading the dishwasher, it struck me that I wouldn't want my endo to see the current dishload. There were too many pizza wheels and glasses and not enough mixing spoons and silverware. Maybe Dr. R-J wouldn't get the connection, but a forensic kitchen examiner would have it in a heartbeat. CSI: Cordon Bleu, anyone?
