This might prove a multi-disk adventure. I removed a frozen disk of Sedrick from the freezer this afternoon and thawed him at room temperature. He was alive. He bubbled and frothed. I greeted his awakening with all the gusto one might expect from re-united Masonic Temple members. Secret handshakes and mysterious words encrypted behind blooming and bursting bubbles…
And then I grabbed the wrong bag of flour to fed him.
I grabbed the organic spelt.
I meant to grab the organic rye.
If he survives this, he’ll be doing the local Christmas pantomime in December because only a star could survive such a misadventure.
Stay with me, Sedrick, and stay clear of that tunnel with that shining light…
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