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Towards the end of my cycle ride, picked up Norwegian Nordic Blu Salmon at Coastal Seafoods, claiming their over 55 discount on Tuesdays. Dwight cooked it to smoky, silky perfection on a cedar board. The foil was an unsuccessful experiment to save and crisp the skin.

Cycled to a clinic to get blood drawn by a phlebotomist. Later, held a biweekly ESL (English as a second language) Zoom session with an adult student who is studying to be a phlebotomist. We’re working through a text book learning to say words like “ethylenediaminetetraacetic.”

Finished building the latest controller for watering and misting one rack of houseplants. It communicates wirelessly over a Z-Wave mesh with a Hubitat home automation hub.

Cycled with friends to dinner in a traditional Nordeast Minneapolis neighborhood bar, 1029 Bar. Feasted on their specialty: “top-rated lobster roll in the nation.”

Cycled past evidence our neighborhood is going to be hopping this weekend. (Stone Arch Bridge Festival.)

Cycled up-river as far as Interstate 694. Crossed the Mississippi on a bike path on the I694 bridge then cycled back.

Grateful for Normal. Cycled to Longfellow Grill for lunch. The vaccines keep on giving.

Cycled over to Lake Harriet for a breakfast sandwich with a view at Bread and Pickle.

Chilled with a cuppa under a bicycle at Honour Coffee before getting back on my bicycle.

At Gold Medal Park, towards the end of our walk, these delightful young people asked if we’d like to join the exercise group. Promised I’d consider doing that in my next life

Assembled musubi for lunch. Made a glaze for the fried spam with port and shoyu.“I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food.”― W. C. Fields.

I now have Her Britannic Majesty watching my back: my British passport arrived today. I’ll usually travel on my US passport, but a second passport might help me to work around nationality-dependent Covid restrictions.

Posted How to Build a Houseplant Irrigation Manifold.

Peonies on display in our home from a bush Dwight’s grandmother planted in North Dakota maybe 100 years ago. A few years ago we moved the bush to his sister’s yard near the Twin Cities. It has a pleasant scent, unlike modern hybrids.

Sometimes we just go with the flow with YouTube Music’s recommendations for dinnertime music.

A friend met me at Fort Snelling LRT Station, then drove to Spring Lake Park on the Mississippi, downriver from St. Paul. Cycled part of the beautifully engineered Mississippi River Trail across tallgrass prairie and along river bluffs with great views.