Don't Back Down

I guess that I'm going to go with the opinion that I'm just working something out of my system, because it seems like each day gets a little bit better. I'm feeling better today than I did yesterday, and that was better than the day before, and so on. Even the persistent headache is barely hanging on. Of course, tomorrow is the day I drop another pill (really, it's tomorrow night, so it will probably be Thursday before it has any effect), so if that somehow is causing the headaches, we'll know then.

Watching Good Morning America, and Kenny Rogers is singing now. I realize he can't be the Santa Clause-looking guy he was in the 80s (in fact, I winced when that picture came on earlier). But wow - he looks like he's had a lot of work done, he has an odd fake-looking tan and a strange goatee and an alternative band hairdo. Sure, the sound is about the same, but wow. It doesn't look like the same guy. What happened?

Last night, as I was preparing dinner, I - very intelligently, as you will find out shortly - sat the baking dish to hold the casserole on the range. I likely wouldn't have done this previously, since we didn't have a flat range, and the range that we did have wouldn't have had the room. So I guess you could consider that a strike against both a flat range surface and replacing a smaller range top with a larger one.

That alone probably wouldn't have been an issue. Then I turned on the pan to start cooking the chicken when it came out of the microwave. Unfortunately, I turned on the burner underneath the baking dish. That was probably the problem, though it may have simply been bad enough that it was 'soaking up' some heat from adjacent burners.

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