Late is the hour.

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It is 14:16, as I write.  So very late.  I have been awake for an half hour, maybe an hour?  Perhaps up to an half hour more.  Can't be sure.  Reviewing tactics on some boss fights.  Reviewing new to me tunes, and some old.  Exploring other vids, eliminating the dei submissions as soon as a poc or deviants appear.  Especially where they absolutely don't belong.

Sometimes you can find something not completely intellectually, culturally, or racially smattered, or whole, shit.  Rare, but it happens.  Just... don't bother combining notions of Spartans with black African.  Or high IQ traits with exceptions (which probably don't even exist in the way suggested).  Your... taint is showing.

Not bad.

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To town, a bit of grocery shopping.  Mother did other shopping.  She bought scent dispersing devices.  One for me.  In spite of having told her a dozen dozen times that I don't use that type, or even want the toxic trash in my home.  If I want to spiffy up, odor wise, I use a soapstone and bee's wax candle essence disperser.  Whether fruit, floral, or ancient traditional essences, such as myrrh, sandalwood, frankincense, and the like. 

I went easy on her.  But had to refuse the offer.

Cold!

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Here at 10:32, it is still only up to 68 today.  I had sensed cold was on the way.  Usually my indicators, when correct, means a few days to weeks from happening.  This was almost an immediate cooling.  Of course, my prognosticators are rarely dated.  Just... not usually an immediate thing.  I was going to post about my signal, didn't get the chance.

In the house, it was 75.  After closing everything up and turning off the fans.  That doesn't sound cold, but I live nearly a mile up, and it had been 80 for the last month, as a low for indoors.  So... yes, cold.  Which is making it impossible for me to wake up!  Ugh.

On back to sleep for a bit.  Is winter early, just fall?  Or a... moment of cool?  Later.

Trying to wake.

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I can't remember when I went to bed.  Before 22:00, I think.  I slept well, warmly, and neither of my feet were hurt (further) during the night.  I did have to remove the socks at some, probably very early, hour.   And, cautiously cool the feet a few times.  I have to be careful with those operations.  To make sure I am not trying to kick or push through wrapped blankets, or that they get so cold so fast that they cramp.

Yes, protection prayers continue as well.  Because I have never been conscious when greater damage occurs, so I honestly don't know the literal cause(s).  My feet have simply become delicate, damaged things.  I take as much care as I am able.  Irreplaceable, and required for simple mobility.

She found a place.

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It sounds like she is in, or thereabouts.  Absolutely currently, they only have one place open, but it needs painted and cleaning.  So, until that is done, she won't be able to move in.  Which is fine.  I am surprised she found a place.  Oh.  She can keep Jasmine.  Oh, but several are scheduling a move out, so something may open sooner.

We had a short but pleasant conversation.  I told her, if she is pleasant on the way out, I would set her up.  Food from my pantry, her bedroom items, toiletries to start her out, that sort of thing.  No problem.

Remnant II, part II

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A whole aspect of the game I have not, and didn't before, delve into.  Is that handicapping me?  The problem is, it is exceedingly complex.  And requires backing up the game before beginning.  Or risking losing large amounts of precious and scant resources.  This game is excessively brutal with resources.

I suppose, before even starting in on that, I will need to create a backup system, or two.  I wanted to do that for another game, as well, anyway.  Before doing some experimenting there, too.  So, that is my first task.

I continue to see it.

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I continue to laugh.  Here, there, everywhere.  In China, women are lowering their standards yet remain unable to find a husband.  In the US, women can't find eligible bachelors, or even get laid if you can believe that.  In Europe, the club scene is full of forlorn human female cats, looking for free milk.  Dead, even Japan, Korea, most places. 

I have to admit, the problem, in China, wasn't necessarily their standards.  Raising a family is outrageously expensive.  The real problem is the feminization of politics and the work force.  More employees in the pool?  Lower wages.  Even high earners struggle affording a wife when men get pay cuts and still have to do twice the job, actually doing their jobs, plus the real work women don't and can't actually do.

Up, early?

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I suppose, in one sense.  It was just after seven when I woke, a quarter after as I write.  Trying to, deciding if it is time to, wake up.  On the other hand, I think I went down before 22:00?  So it was a longer sleep.  Or, at least, not an early wake in that sense.  Maybe down closer to 20:00?  Maybe.

Just one ac going up here lately.  I am up during the day.  And it is cool at night.  Today is only supposed to reach 88 out there.  It should be ten degrees cooler in here, maybe lower.  It is currently 51 outside.  I think it was supposed to get down to 46 last night, though the forecasting simply isn't accurate enough for any real certainty.  And they don't always revise according to facts on the ground, even the ones they are reporting.  It would be nice for them to just admit it's a bad guess and quit trying to suggest they know, pretty much anything.

Remnant II

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Okay, a review.  A first review.  Based on both my new start of the game, and memory of previous sessions.  I will rehash this game, as I attempt to sort it.

Complexity.  Did I mention that.  Right.  From figuring out how to make a giant crow move, by triggering something some distance away, to figuring out how to even kill some mini bosses (one can only be killed by shooting the bombs he throws at you... but he only throws those at some distance away, and those can only be shot in direct line of sight with him directly in front of you, among possibly other requirements).

Cool, almost cold.

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The weather site I use is saying it is 85, and that will be the high.  Inside is reading 78.  Fans are going, as usual.  Just one ac going upstairs and one in mom's room.  The high wool socks, plus pj bottoms, the warm winter ones, and a thicker T-shirt on.  No matter.  I am chilly.  I am at least turning the fan down.

Mother wanted to talk.  No.  I just got up.  She said she has called around, couldn't find a place.  We will talk, tomorrow.  She will go, somewhere.  I will begin looking too.  If I have to have the courts help her get somewhere, I'll do that.  She can't stay.  I'm selling as soon as I get a decent bid, for one thing.

It's been a while.

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Too much stress, health is poor, more.  A shower, finally, tonight.  Those are glorious, especially if it has been... a while.  It has been... a while.  What amazes me is how little dirt there is to scrub off.  Do I smell terrible?  I don't smell it, but who does smell themselves, good, bad, even perfumed? When I use aftershave, I can't smell it after, say, half an hour. 

So tired.  But clean.  Good night.

A new old game.

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Trying to hit Remnant II.  Am hitting it.  Not... terribly successfully.  Yes, a Souls-like.  But one which, mostly, in my estimation, doesn't cheat.  The opponents are legitimately overpowered.  But the game doesn't, otherwise, limit success through bogus mechanics.  Mostly.  I think.

Now, it will always have you underpowered.  You can't level out of it, improve your gear on the side, or any real trick, save one.  As you level your 'toon, the environment levels with it.  Gear leveling is also counted.

Again with the attempt at bullying.

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You are taking me in to town tomorrow, right.  Said in a booming aggressive voice.  Again, I told her, she needs to call around.  I won't just drive willy nilly wherever she might please.  Second, she has to pay for gas.  And, finally, she has to ask nicely.  She paid for gas, last month.  And didn't go anywhere.

Uhm, wrong.  She put twenty in the tank, was driven to the various stores often several times a week.  And a fill is eighty bucks, depending on the day.  I filled twice or so.  Two and a half times?  Trust me, I don't go to town that often.  My auto has bill will go way down.  So, no.  I didn't even bother with that, was still quite sore about her cutting her debt by $350 after having been forgiven $250.  So, no, she didn't pay for gas last month.

Up?

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I think so.  Late, though.  It is nearing 11:00.  Okay.  The foot, both of them, feel better this morning.  Though I am pretty sure I will still be limping.  On the left foot.  Ginger treatment, wearing thicker socks, and putting on shoes.  Though I still think... realizing I was under attack, and changing a few things, may have helped.

Would mother have hurt me?  I think it's possible.  But only if she believed she could completely and absolutely not get caught.  If there was even the slightest chance of getting caught, she wouldn't take the risk.  She, about some things, is not brave.  Thankfully for everyone.

Choices.

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She has come to the understanding that staying isn't an option.  Still, she thinks she will bully me into doing what she wants, when she wants, how she wants.  And she is absolutely wrong.  Currently, her intention is to have me drive her all over town.  Looking for a place?  Checking rental assistance?  Places?  Institutions?

No.  Absolutely not.  Drive with her phone.  Narrow possibilities to a few.  THEN ASK NICELY.  Pay gas.  I'm not going to be bullied into anything.  She continues this line, she'll end up negotiating her ouster with a sheriff.  I'm not putting up with even an ounce more from her.