Wild day. Dear Wife's Disability check went in this morning, so I was going to run to the store for a few items we'd not picked up last week. At the last moment, she felt well enough to come along, so off we went. The neighborhood grocery we patronize is a family-owned component of a regional chain. Decent deals and decent enough people. Got a bit of produce and milk and bread and a few other things. I need gasoline, real bad, but will wait a few days yet.
We came home, and she plied her considerable culinary skills to make, from scratch yet, an Italian peasant dish called wedding soup. Chard from the garden, a few small meatballs, small pasta (but used couscous this time), chicken thighs first cooked into the broth, then removed, deboned, and finely cut. Makes the whole house smell good, actually less expensive than store-bought in the can, and we know there's nothing in it to upset her system. Took HOURS to make, but we had a free schedule so no big deal. And made a big pot of it, so we have leftovers for several days, though she did send some next door to niece.
Reading and listening to all the political back and forth. I have some very strong opinions on the upcoming election, remembering all the while that "put not thy faith in princes" has been a wise practice for several thousand years.
The Old Testament passage is chapters 13, 14, and 15 of Isaiah.
The New Testament reading is chapter 6 from Paul's Epistle to the Galatians. This completes the letter to the Galatians.