Not much sleep.

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Just a bit of sleep this morning. I tried to sleep a bit between 3:00 and 9:00, but it was not going to happen. I think I dozed for a few minutes, off and on, and very lightly, between 9:00 and 11:00 or so, getting an advance call around 11:00 that the bed was arriving. It is weird how much work I did to prep for such a short little job to be done. They were in, had it set up, and out in 10 minutes maximum from the time they rolled up to the doorway. It is a beautiful thing though. The bed is like a crown jewel on a crafted band, in a way.

I am trying to find the credit card that will work. I have, if I can find that, decided I will go with the Vizio Wal-Mart sells, and instore, for the moment. If I really do not like it, I will take it back and try the 240 hz refresh rated television (which has to be ordered) or even some other brand. The rest of the stuff I can get right now, at the store. If I can fit it in the vehicle and handle the television in the box solo, I can set the thing up myself. I finally took several hours each day over the last three days trying to interpret television lingo. What I got was that many features are simply fiction. The difference between 60, 120, 240, and even 600 Hz refresh rates, to most people, is... nil. Even experts are hard pressed and may only roughly 'sense' a difference. I get all these great tips on buyer traps and seller tricks and... they turn around and fall for every single one them in their suggested top picks. Oh, no, that is too funny right there.

To sum up several such sites' advice... "No, don't buy for this, or this, or this, ignore prices, just get this, this, and this. Now, when you actually want to buy, don't bother with anything but the $best, start with this $2,500 model with all these wonderful features. Though if you really want that cheap set we just told you would be wise to buy, go ahead. But it isn't as much an $Apple in our kickback eye."

I have worked on much more complex systems, in very tight areas, and have since set others up. I do not always like the work. It certainly is not fun to have a single little wire mock you into near tears of fury, it is hot, it is thankless (everyone KNEW you could do it... how hard could it be? is it done yet?). I do not care, but it is fun to point out the dubious nature of the gratitude for men's talents. They only miss that when it is gone (and they have to pay to get it done). Ha, I have two hands (unlike Gore?), can handle the stench of dishes for... well, a good while actually, and have zero fear of dust or even the larger deadlier dust bunnies. So there.

Well, I am showered, dressed, ugly, and happy. I will start looking for the other other credit card and go to town if I can find it... in more ways then one. Today seems to be good, in spite of no sleep, so I am going to roll with it. If I can, I will clear out more empty boxes as that pile keeps building often simply from consolidation, unpack, wash, dry, and sort of collect more kitchen stuff, do some laundry, and sort bedding. I think I might get much of that done today. Oh, if I do find the card and get into town, I will get that last bill in the mail. How is that for a zinger? Oh, not enough? If, again, if, I make it into town, I will see if my friend wishes to go for something to eat. No shooting, no cruising, though perhaps to Wal-Mart if he wants to go, and a meal. We will see.

Later.