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The Chores. There's something about them (and it). As a stay-at-home-dad of sorts, I get to do a lot of them. I love cooking and spend a large part of my day in the kitchen, either making the next meal or cleaning up the previous. We're a family of five, so the kitchen is a central hub. At any given moment, the dishwasher is packed, the sink is full, and, most likely, mouths and bellies too. I have not one, not two, but three sous-vide setups going, no microwave, and a host of utensils, pots, pans, and a nifty knife collection too. But here I am rambling about my other occupation when you, the weary crusader, are here to entertain in my Suffering. Of late, I've found myself rather enjoying The Sufferfest's musical soundtrack. I've been caught numerous times humming a tune from one of the videos. I've even been hearing in my head (mind's ear?) the STAND/SIT prompts and bracing myself to surges as the tunes pump. My Google Mini Speaker in the ki...