Another day in the life of a cartoon.

Hot. I said “Hot.”. Once again, Hot, it’s hot out there. Which is cool. Although I had better drink a bit more water if I’m going to try and mobilize in this weather. When it’s too hot to stay cool at any speed and too humid for sweat to cool, water and moisture soaking cotton, a shower and change should the cotton get too full, and that should do the trick. My eyes feel like they must be dilated, other than that I am fine.

Well, I got my hair cut. I think I’m going to have to look around. It’s not as bad as the last one, but after telling him I wanted it feathered back with a layering affect, but cut to summer lengths, I got a high and tight, with only the high-top featherable. Oh yeah, I feel as pretty as Herman Munster. Hmm, short hair is new to me though so maybe this will work out. It is cooler and I feel much more clean and kempt, and it is sure easier to wash and get dry.

Dang, I think I will be making it to church today! It’s been a while since I have kept the Sabbath holy in an official manner, though I always remember it and keep it as holy as I have been able. Until recently, maybe even now, getting someplace at a regular time has been quite the trick. As well, I know so few there that I am always a stranger. A stranger among families even, as many of those who attend my church have known each other in the area all of their lives and generations back. I am a blip, if even that, to them. Beyond that, I have never known anyone but my Mom and my brother for more than five years. We have some cultural differences. Still, when I am not too weak or confused from exhaustion, I go in without a trouble or toil. I wish I knew the service better, but that will just take time.

My reward, should I be on time and in fashion, is to join the shooting club in a neighboring city tomorrow (the twin cities I live in are too liberal to even contemplate a citizen with a gun (except for the city council and the police, that is, perhaps judges too)) to allow anything so awful as a place for such… peasants… to shoot. I think they have an archery place, but the club you have to join is so communist I couldn’t get through the door. They know it and I know it. Besides, why would I, essentially, throw a stick at something when I could kill it a little farther out. If I was interested in a close contest and a determined hunt, I’d use my bowie knife. Still, at least there is club nearby, indoors for winter and some days when it is too hot, and several outdoor places. No rifles, for the moment, some neighbor of the range passed on and his son or son-in-law moved in from some communist place or other and found a technicality from a 50 year old contract and overcame status quo to remove rifles. I guess the good thing is he wasn’t able to null the whole contract.

Oh, I got groceries. Last night, after eating my last can of tomato soup, prepared with water even (I don’t recommend it if you usually use whole milk), got me to thinking. Yep, yes, yea, I am hungry! So, mostly good to my word, I got a lot of canned (in water, 50% less sodium even) tuna, whole wheat bread, and the other good things. Then I slid a bit. I guess I don’t care if snickers is vegan, a pack of regular bars lasts a couple months and just absolutely hits the spot when life stinks, I’m fed but still missing something, or I just need to wolf some fats. A packet of peanut M&M’s got in my cart, probably put there by Evel Squirrel or Killy Kat on one of their secret missions or something. I hear they are tricky.