We had a party last night, celebrating God's gift of smoked brisket.
"And He so loved the world that He gave us Oklahoma Joe's smokers and cows, letting us do the math." - Billy Bob 12:4
It was a ton of fun. It was also one of the most expensive parties we've ever thrown as we rented a pair of outdoor heaters so we could gather on the patio instead of indoors. I think wearing a mask outdoors is stupid, but I don't think the Wuhan Flu is a hoax. Respiratory viruses spread in crowded, indoor places. No need to risk it when we can shell out some shekels and eat outside.
In any case, my second brisket was a big success. 9 hours of smoking and two hours of resting made it as soft as butter.
This morning, I got some really good news from work. The sale of my parents' house is right on track and I'm hoping to close out the estate this year. All is right with the world.
I perused my normal news feeds this morning, but I just don't feel like waving my arms and yelling today. My deep thoughts this morning are personal and not appropriate for the blog.
If you want to toss out some topic ideas for the future in the comments, I'd welcome them. The regulars here are a pretty eclectic bunch, so I'm sure it would be interesting. I'd really prefer it to be general ideas instead of arguments, but that's up to you.
Me, I'm going to turn on my Spotify Top 99* for 2020 playlist and telework.
* - It's 99 instead of 100 because the number 1 song is something I don't recognize. Weird. Oh well. That's why there's a fast forward button.