Observation:

It's an odd place to be, on the precipice of doing a comparatively great deed, and know that in the grand scope, it is merely a bandage over a gaping wound.

Makes one wonder what good doing the deed at all will accomplish.

I take solace in that the commission of the great-yet-insufficient deed is not mine to dictate: I am merely the instrument. Or, will be the instrument.

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Back to the grind. Perhaps a new recipe, er, a borrowed recipe, later this week.

-KIE