Are women pure nuts or just 99%?

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Oh, hush, you. Listen to the tale before you pick up that rock. *ducks* I knew you wouldn't. Now settle yourself.

As you know, my goal was to wake early this morning. With my mind focused on it, it seems after a bit of a break from strain (sort of, minus snow removal and unditching a car) I have been able to awaken something from within. For two hours prior to 5:00, give or take, I had been waking. And promptly going back to bed. Far too early. Then I hear a phone call right at 5:00. I know who it is and why she is calling. That would be my neurotic sneaky lady friend. She would be calling at 5:00 so as to leave a message without talking to me. At nearly the speed of light I answer it. I smell fun. "Oh, you're awake"? "Why, yes I am, now". You have to induce guilt, and that 'caught you' feel. Well, I do. :)

She, it seems, is finally sending me the cayenne I had asked her to send. She is also sending 'other stuff', according to my spider senses. She has specific instructions for how to handle and open the package. I knew that meant she had other things in there. How to snoop without looking like I am snooping, because obviously she isn't just going to tell me. I know. And I do. No dice, but she didn't detect the snoop. All good. She did almost trip on the technical question. I at least got her to indicate that something(s) else was in the packaged. *grin* I like me sometimes. *grin*

In my letter I had indicated that if she ever gets clear, it would be nice if she paid me back. She said, "I thought this was a gift"? And I said, "I thought you had initially wanted a loan. I thought you would appreciate me offering you a chance to settle if that became possible". Her, "No, not really. I didn't appreciate that". I just played around with that until it became boring. Great fun. I really do enjoy squeaking mice. I should have been a cat. *squeak* Great fun indeed. Though I really did think she would appreciate that. Oh I would have sent most of it back, should she have repaid me. What I would have spent on her Christmas and birthday would have been sent back. Just not the whole amount, not all of it. Never mind.

Then she told me she is making beef broth. I asked how she was doing it. She explained some things. Then she noted she scraped the tallow and disposed of it. I suggested she not waste such fine fats. She said beef fats are saturated, and she would not tolerate such fats. I suggested meat fats are indeed good for us, and that we need 30%, 33% more precisely iirc, in our diet. No, no, no, she will eat what she wants, and thanked me not so kindly for my concerns and notions. Her choice. If she lived closer, in spite of my notions of her notions, I would ask for the tallow. Then again, I always ate the fat from the beef I made her. She would cut it off and set it aside. To her horror and with a grimace on her face, I would gobble all the fats on the table, with a flicker of the joy I am exhibiting here and now. See, women are good for something, fats and giggles! She then suggested, all doctoring up, that a man in "my condition" shouldn't be eating fats. And I told her that my arteries are clearer than any doctor's conscience. My heart condition is related to an infection of some sort, not poor diet. "Oh, an infection"? "That is correct". "Oh". We ended our little romantic swirl on that note. Truly I do love women. Never... mind! She truly does hate me, in a way(s). I am only just slightly disappointed she didn't say it. I suppose, even for her, saying "I hate you!" while calling to thank me is a bit too... wrong. Women can have scruples when it suits them. Or she remembered how much I enjoyed it. *big grins* All boxed in, no wonder women hate us.

But this time I did decide to wake. It will be a hard day, this I know. I couldn't sleep until 1:00, so a 5:00 wake up is going to make for a very long day. I must be up earlier than this tomorrow morning. I am guessing 3:30, at the latest, must see my feet on the floor for a 7:30 SLC dental appointment. Ugh.

At least I had great fun in this wakening. *squeak* *squeak* Have a great day. Hmm, I never did peel those potatoes. I might get that done before my shower and the visit. The missionaries will be by to pick me up at a bit before 9:00. I didn't want to go in on my own. Crowds and all. At least I have met some of the congregants, and worked with a few others. Ugh, now to go through my morning routines and begin fiddling with a few chores before heading out. Though it is a Sunday, I have been lagging lately. So to make up I wish to do the dishes and begin on laundry today. God surely must know by now that when I get the chance to function I have to take it, even on the Sabbath.

Well, maybe not so much before going. I did get my routine done, my bed made, laundry sorted, and the first load in. Most of my slacks, thankfully, are machine washable, if I will do the four pair with a very few other specific items. I am guessing four, maybe five loads, when all is said and done. Mostly small loads as I really sort things fairly stringently. The dishes languor, potatoes wait, but it is enough. I often plan for too much with too little time, especially when I am doing well. Mania? Nope, hope.

Have a great day!