All Things Profane and Sacred

Yesterday I make a huge fucking pork roast (while doing a number of other things). It sat in the oven from 10 to 7. J tried to convince me to leave the roast for a while and take a bike ride with him. I was tempted, because it was a beautiful day, but all the appliances in this house are on the brink of extinction, so I decided safe was better than sorry. J pleaded. I resisted, saying I didn't want to come home to a big smoking hole in the ground. J turns to me very somberly and says, "That happened to Luke Skywalker once."