Poor Joan came home from work, early, today, with what she thinks is a stomach virus. At times like this I feel so helpless, wishing that I could cast a magic spell on her to make her better. I was left to cook dinner, tonight, as a result of her infirmity. She coached me through the process, saying to add lemon, and old bay, to the butter that I was baking fish in. I am no Joan, in the kitchen, but dinner turned out pretty good if I do say myself, and I do. Give a shout out to Joan for a quick recovery, will you?!