What is the deal, why is life so weird today.

Sleep is not coming easy. Yet I have things I need to do tomorrow. I looked online for some of the things on my camping list. I looked solely for prices as the items could not be delivered by Thursday. I can find most of these things locally, I believe, but I doubt it will be one stop shopping. It will be frustrating, long, hot, and rather dull. Dealing with ignorant salesmen, lines, frustrated shoppers, and heavy traffic is the worst scenario. Who knows, sometimes these trips end up being fun and informative. The only thing that might give me trouble in locating is the cast iron grill. I have looked locally previously. In several searches I simply could not find it. In one search I happened upon it, but I was not needing it at that moment and I thought the price was a little high. At some point I must just go with what is available, within my time constraints, using the money I have in my pocket. With gas prices, shipping, time, and all factors involved, a fortune can be spent comparing and the difference, usually, will be in dollars and cents, not tens or hundreds of dollars. Even automobiles at some point must just be purchased, and if it is a rarer style, it might be best to grab and go. Though I did work them down, I know I did not do a great job horse trading, if sufficient. Does anyone? Still, one can either enjoy the tasks of life, or live in misery. Both, I say, for me. So, one definite task for tomorrow. Sleep would be good.

Rocky now only has four little fishy friends. He misses the other two, or perhaps did not miss them put more accurately. As one of my last girlfriends said, “How can I miss you if you are still here?”. Rocky and myself have allowed for that needed distance, if not particularly to our perspective associate’s specific meaning or the intended outcome of such a thought. Ah, well, it is good to be the chooser, and full, so I fully empathize with Rocky and perhaps he in his own way reciprocates.

I still have a piece of chicken, some rice, beans, and a few other goods cooked. The bread is three quarters finished, though half was given away, and a half to a third of the loaf that was eaten in house was gobbled by a girl raccoon. It is about time to consider what to thaw. A steak perhaps, a roast might not be bad, hmm, I usually have bits and bites of good, sufficient, and odd cuts of beef and other real meats, fishes, and fowls in there. I buy and forget, so every time I go through this it is like pondering a box of chocolates. Not really, but it is fun to play that. My memory leaves room for no surprises. Pretending to forget keeps the skill sharp though.

I think quitting tobacco is what is harassing me of late! That stuff just does not want to leave my system or quit nagging me. That must be what is so weird. In a week, I hope things smooth out. I will try to sleep now, a quick small snack and a little milk to try and pacify this other hunger and perhaps that will allow rest.