I may be awake...

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But the day is done. I finished off the last of the brisket, along with a couple of slices of the half and half white wheat bread. Yes, that was worth the price. If I do something, it will be along the lines of finishing the dishes, and maybe pre-cooking some grains for in the morning. Yes, yes, germinated wheat and all. Fie if I can keep that together. Maybe as I am home more? Maybe. What I have heard though, is just like the wheat cereal, pre-cook any raw grains by bringing them to a boil, turning off the heat, and then simply leaving them in the pot overnight. In the morning, cooking them for five minutes or so by bringing them to a boil, dropping that to a simmer, and stirring as you go. Well, five to ten minutes. I will see. I purchased several types of grain mixes, one stamped to resemble oats, the other group simply chopped to a medium course meal.

Tired, indeed. Still a bit hot, but being out of the computer room and doing this and that helps. A little stroll and maybe a pipe outdoors in Sam's company might help me to cool off even more. By the way, she really does not like her new kitty litter cage. I think they must have put her in a similar contraption to take her to the vet, always a bad thing to her it would seem. Whether it was feeling she was trapped or the memory of the vet, I will never know. Still, I put her in twice. Sadly, the first time, I had the lid on wrong so she could not get out. My bad, but uhrm, it was sort of cute. The next time it worked. In any case, if she has to go, she knows where it is. I will be watching for tell tale signs of... dissatisfaction.

About my hand strength. I wanted to see just where I fit in. I found two sites which offer data, though in kilograms rather than pounds. No problem. My pull with my good hand was 152 pounds, or 69 kilograms. This study, if old, is the one I remembered to save. The other suggested that anything greater than 64 kilograms was excellent. I really am not sure what to think. Why am I obsessed? Because I am so out of shape, have not been lifting for two years and only lifted for a few months after decades of not lifting. Why would my hands be that strong? The Dyno-Flex... sure, but that was used for a while, then became a novelty. It has been packed up with my weights too, and probably has not been used since I lifted weights either. Now, I suppose, I am curious. In any case, I am either simply excellent in hand strength, or ridiculously hand powered. And I realize I do really need to be gentle with women. It is not just a perception. My last gal had thought I did not need to be at all gentle, in any way. If I might overplay it, it is in caution. I do not think what she thinks has anything to do with what is. I could peel the skin off her back with a simple grasp and squeeze. I could possible do that to a healthy fit male. Ouch.

Tomorrow, like today, is another opportunity. I make a list, realizing none of it might get done. My off days, after busy days, can be... troublesome. I am not always able to kick off sleep and dig in. No matter my will. Tomorrow, though, I hope to alter that. A lighter schedule, fewer heavy things, and planned play time with the possibility of an afternoon nap might help.

Tomorrow looks like a good day for boxes, dishes and the silverware group, after my morning computer and wake up time time. Then back to the machine for some game time (I have not played World of Warcraft seriously, just checked my game mail once, it is time). Then a call to see about the tax rebate. Perhaps someone knows more. A few checks with insurance companies and perhaps some other business. Then an afternoon blogosphering. And maybe setting up the hoses, timer, and sprinkler if I do not do that yet tonight... I am thinking on it. That still sounds like a lot, and yet very little. Who knows.

A city holiday is coming up! On the weekend of the 24th is a city festival. There are events all weekend. I will certainly show up for some of it. It sounds fun. Hopefully I will meet some of the more civic minded locals and get a feel for who's space I have invaded, and let them get an idea about who I am. It just sounds fun. Oddly, when my mother was mayor, I hated going to these things. Well, there were personal reasons (she thought I was as handy as Obama, only, you know, functionally). Yes, I just said that. But too, I did not like civil affairs. Then again, I did not care for many of the people. New day, new people, new chance. And, I will bet, no beer. I do not mind beers, even in pairs or squares. But that is a private thing. And damn it, no pot or worse. I am hoping I live in a... more... family oriented place. Anyway. I am excited!

Last thing... 156/98! You know, that is good. That is excellent. Most of the medicine would not do that. I may still be dying, but I am dying just a little more slowly. Now if I could quit with the sugar... But sugar, corn syrup, honey, and the rest... it's EVERYWHERE. Do they make that shit in China too? Frag!

Good night.