Early this morning the skillet was heating and the onions chopped. Susie the cat was hanging by the back door in anticipation. I was checking my clock every few minutes waiting for John to leave. Before eight o'clock the chore was done. The vent-a-hood was quiet and the good smelling candles were all aglow. Dishes all washed and the smelly can in the garbage outside. Not a single trace of the "goings on" in my kitchen. Only Susie the cat licking her chops and looking slightly guilty. I have to respect John's distaste for the smell of fish since I feel the same way about liver so I bide my time and jump at the chance to make salmon patties when I know he is going to be gone for a few hours. Now lets see if he detects anything when he comes home.