Grumbles...

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I would be in bed by now but I tried to do something with my washer and it didn't work. However I may have found out why I couldn't get pure cold water. The cold water was shut off. I don't think my mother would have messed with it. Why I didn't check that before now is another thing altogether. Perhaps I just assumed I had checked it but had not. I will see if that is working now. All dishes, save the final cleaning of the roaster and dishes from mid-rats have been done.

A bit of hamburger fried, into which went left over gravy and a cup of whole whipping cream. Oh, and a sprinkle (probably a quarter of a teaspoon) of the 100K cayenne my lady friend finally sent. I almost thought about adding more cayenne then decided against it. From what I remembered, I thought perhaps I should ease back into that. A good call. I could definitely taste it. At times it seemed too hot yet at other times it seemed a bit mild. I am sure I mixed it in well, so I suspect I will need to learn to ride that horse at a slow go until I can gallop with it again. I absolutely loved having some flavor, heat more precisely, I could taste.

It looks like I won't be sleeping tonight. Fine, at least I am getting some things done. I need a bit to recuperate from the meal. Along with oven heated hard rolls and the meat gravy, the meal was designed to stick to the ribs. That is precisely what it is doing too. Ugh. But worth every inch of suffering I am enduring from over eating just a tad. Since I can't sleep though, I may try to get the blankets done. I am not sure I can make it to Mass, the early one. I can't be sure. I might not be able to make even one more load. My late night meal seems to have knocked the wind out of my sails. All good, I suppose. I will have four loads of laundry done, dishes finished (mostly), and... Actually, that is about it. But it is enough. A breakthrough from my recent crash.

I know it will be bumpy until I can either get back in the saddle or have to rest until another chance comes my way again. I honestly do what I can, even pushing that line, when I can. Others may, doubtful but may, have sympathy for the gimp. As for me? The gimp has shit to do. I don't have time for sympathy. Uhrm, or something like that. If it makes me a hardass, so be it.

Yeah, sleep. I ate too much. It wasn't even that it was all that much, more what it was. Good night.