The Four Questions have Two Answers: Red Meat and Salt.

"It's anudda gwate day," as someone used to say. Ten and a half pounds of brisket? For twelve people? OK, it's a lot, but Plotnik guesses there won't be much left over. You're also looking at a whole tub of skimmed gravy that all this meat gave off, after many consultation phone calls with Mummy P.



Yesterday was a gwate day too. Plotnik had his Yearly Physical with Dr. I Dunno Wadda YOU Think? in the morning, and there were no obvious killer illnesses discovered, although the blood tests, and the accidental findings, you know how it is.

Man, Kaiser Hospital is not a lot of fun to walk into.

Afterwards, Plot went to Superior Court for Jury Duty, to find out his panel was called for a seven week murder trial (estimated) and that they were very happy to disqualify anyone whose employer did not pay the employee for missing that much work. So Plot's Jury Experience this year was only two and a half hours, and that's just fine.

Man, the county jail is not a lot of fun to walk into.

The Yearly Physical is over, tests taken. It's always a good idea to see the doctor before a big dinner. So tonight we celebrate the liberation of Plotnik and his people from worrying about red meat and salt. Bring 'em ON!