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Some days I just feel like picking a fight. Today is one of those days.
I did get some of those tasks completed, one timed out. Some places simply aren't open at even 16:00. Tomorrow. A call to a lawyer, changing an appointment, and... something else. Yet tonight I will be checking on some other paperwork. I might have the correct paperwork, if not it could get tricky. My printer did not work with my computer, the one in the shop. I haven't tried it with the loaner yet, since I THOUGHT my main computer would be back by now and didn't want to mess with it. But if my printer doesn't work AND the paperwork I need is incorrect, then... well, it gets tricky.
I may head into town tonight. I keep wanting to get in earlier but it keeps not happening. There are things I both need and there might be something that is just a minor want. Vitamins. They are merely a want unless they prove out. Groceries are a need. I may also see if my friend wants to go. But phone reception with him is terrible, so I almost have to stop by in person, just calling him to let him know I am on the way. I will bring him one of his rifles and what of his ammo I have left. I really want to get out shooting with him, to see how his gunsmithing has worked out. He has a newer, heavier, slide spring for his .45, and a new spring set for his .38/.357, perhaps among other things. No, too late even for my friend. Ugh.
Fever comes and goes at the moment. Sleep is impossible until I simply collapse, and I can't seem to fudge by waking earlier either. I am stuck getting to sleep somewhere north of 4:00 and rising somewhere north of 13:00-15:00. I've been pounding on that container with two alarm clocks, one with two different alarms. I have been hitting snooze, I have been resetting them to try and be up by anywhere from 10:00 to 12:00. I just end up messed up, with rough days, and no closer to my goals. Three days of beating on the ties that bind and I am no closer to a solution.
Still, odd as it may seem, I am happy. It isn't always about results, it is about struggling with whatever holds you down until I am bloody, bruised, in tears, and sweating. I can't win every war, battle, or fight. But I can, and do, give it my all until I win or lose. And, yes, that makes me happy. I think it pleases my Lord, too. And He knows how much I really give, suffer. These I offer to His supplication. That I am my own lamb sacrifice might mean something more than just offering gold or silver or trinkets or livestock. While I would have it otherwise, in some ways I am like men, that is not my lot.
A shower, no shave (it is beard season), dressing, and on the road. Later.
My boss was out sick yesterday. Pigs were flying. Hell froze over.
ReplyDeleteI ate an entire bulb of garlic (no not clove, bulb), crushed and folded raw into an alfredo casserole I had leftover from the day before. Today I feel okay. I've been feeling hammered and I was blaming it on the tilling I did Saturday, but it was too long since then. Hearing of coworkers and then my boss being sick, I had to take action.
Garlic in serious quantity has saved me from the brink of flu in the past. We'll see how it works this time.
Wouch, I... guess you have talked about eating raw garlic before. But, well... and a whole bulb? I was thinking of putting up Lita Ford's hit, or one of them... "Kiss Me Deadly". She must have had you in mind when singing that song. :p And yet, if you can do that without killing yourself, perhaps I ought to at least try a clove, say in a sandwich. It's not like I am macking on any of the local dames... currently.
ReplyDeleteEven then, come to think of it, that might be a fun sneak treat for a little lady of darkness. I loves me some angry woman once an occasional! Most women aren't really good at payback, either. (Though women can be cold and hard, I have finally decided that is just who/what they are. Direct payback by women is usually pretty mild, careful, cautious... or lethal. :)
In the context of the casserole it was heavenly! I have a fairly high tolerance to the bite of raw garlic, but a couple times I hit a concentrated patch and had a "hurts so good" moment.
ReplyDeleteThere have been times after eating this much I could have repelled vampires in the next county, but today I really didn't stink too bad at all. Daisycat only noted bit of a waft at close quarters this AM and none at all this PM. And if how I feel this evening is an indication I may have beat the bug back.