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Think of it this way: you are in much worse shape now than you will be after the procedure. Sending all good thoughts. Mostly, have faith in your doctors. I say this as husband has UCSF oncology, cardiac and stroke teams working on his behalf at the moment. We feel fortunate that there were diagnoses when there were. Ignorance is not bliss.

Tell us about it. San Francisco's downtown (Financial District and Union Square) is a wasteland since "work from home" drained the offices and online shopping sapped retail foot traffic.

24/7 “annoying pain” can be very debilitating.

Understood. I have several (multi-several) shelves of outdated travel and lodging guides. One that I got rid of decade ago still haunts me. It was a mid-60s Fodor's on Italy. It contained a satirical piece titled (something like) "There are ---- steps to the cathedral" and purported to be the only guide you'd ever need to Italy. Gist: "As we arrive at the quiet Pizza ---- in bucolic Santa -----, we are taken by the soft ochre tones of cathedral Santa -----. There are ---- steps to the cathedral." And so on, describing every aspect of the town. 'Do not miss the altar tryptych by famous -----, depicting Virgin Mary and ---- angels." I thought this was absolutely brilliant, but my best friend, a travel-trivia buff, was horrified. "Sacrilege!" I got rid of my copy but have half-heartedly tried to locate and rebuy a copy.

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The opposite of this, when we were first married, husband used to empty his pockets after a night out and drop ticket stubs in one of those ceramic "nest egg" banks. Several years down the pike, our house was burglarized and the egg was among stuff taken. We laughed about the thief who broke open the egg, assuming the ruffle of paper was currency, only to find our momento stash of used tickets.

Can't buy fresh haddock here. Wasteland!

Don't know why that finnan haddie or any smoked haddock is almost impossible to source here. Salt cod, easy, but not FH. Why?

Don't think it's particularly good at this. A friend consumed substantial peanuts at a ballgame and wound up with a burst appendix. Almost died.

Great idea! We save leftover protein and take to the country. Well labeled. Nestled among our on-hold leftovers are packages clearly marked CATFOOD.

Reminds me of my taking son and a pretty observant Jewish school friend to see "Life of Brian". A lot probably went over son's head but his friend spend much of the movie looking sideways at me to see what response was acceptable.

Indeed.

Important distinction.

Word.

Mourad will get you out the door with 3 courses for around $100, before drinks.

To me, that is the ultimate comfort food.

Also gets extra credit for having the patience to deal with Angelina!

Potatoes cooked under biryana can't be anything but a success.

N’s piperade ROCKS!

Brilliant!

Have you sent out “Save the Date”s yet? I ask because I haven’t received mine yet.

Errrr...No, you don't!

And to some extent our individual digestive tracts.

To quote Diana Vreeland, "I love good taste. Actually, I love BAD taste. What I can't abide is NO taste."