What a lunch!

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Or dinner, if you prefer, if that is technically more correct. I purchased a t-bone steak the other day. It was half priced in the 'good but going' bin. It has been several days, so I was worried about it still being good. It turned out just fine, and I was sniffing before, during, and after cooking. It wasn't even slightly 'tacky' tasting. I also heated a potato in the micro and heated a can of peas and carrots. A glass of milk and a cup of French press coffee finished it off. I will finish the coffee as my afternoon treat. No sugar or milk in the coffee, this time, either.

None of the phone calls have gone forward. I have become tied up in the blog, email, internet debacle. I still need to figure out how to free up my pseudonomical email address then make it my main/only email address for my blogspot, figure out how to check those email addresses on my phone (I now know how to check it on the computer), then when that is going, then when I can check the email addresses everywhere and have the one as my primary email, finally I can apply for a review of my status. As I see things I am about halfway done with these things.

That steak was a generous gift. But I have been doing well! Friday, if I have been a good boy, I am going to have a treble shot of scotch, with ice, on the rocks, along with a cigar. Dogs need our treats. Bacon doesn't do it and I know no bitch in heat, and couldn't mess with that if I did. God seems to have won me over. I choose not to be quite so animal, or at least animal but only within a rather specific set of understandings. Heck, soon, when I quite tobacco (and it is coming) I won't even allow myself the cigar. But don't even think about touching my scotch! If I do drink in great moderation anymore. *shrug* I know what Wolverine when through when he realize Xavier was in his mind... changing, easing, softening. God is in my head. And, yeah, sometimes what is happening there sneaks up on me and I become enraged. Some days I would attempt to wrestle God Himself if He came down here. Oh, He knows, He knows. He wasn't that calling and patient that long without knowing that and far more, far more than even I know.

A bit of digesting, reading, goofing, then back to the project. Ugh-a! Later.