Today, I will mostly be making Maghmour (Lebanese moussaka) and pide bread. I will also be giving up on the entire concept of fake nails. As Bob is my witless, I am an anti-glue force of nature. Things don’t fall off, they fly as though my fingers have said ptooooie at them. I suspect they were not designed for people who wash their hands a million times a day, and who do things like bake bread and cook, and get gunk under their nails. Every once in a while, I get fussed and try to perform visible, societal femininity. I’m not terribly good at it. Nobody around me expects it, but I’m dealing with a lot of medical people who tend to treat menopausal women as invisible, and a good looking manicure does make a difference when one is pulling power plays. It shouldn’t, but it does. Maybe I’ll start going to the doctor in the 1950s, ie dress in hat and gloves. 😂💃🏻