Sure, all sleep to no sleep.

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Then again, a sensed need is a rather odd thing.  I thought I "needed" sleep again.  After that last post I went in to sleep.  Nothing doing.  I got up but realized... I am pretty much out of my main caffeine!  Coffee?  Well, yes.  It's pretty old.  I checked, no mold or such.  I do buy it as whole beans, which helps.  I no longer have an electric coffee grinder, just a hand powered one.  It takes less than a minute to grind five dosers of coffee.  I am not sure how tonight will work out.  I would like to get to town for my typical caffeine.  And I am on my last bit of tobacco, so that would be good to get whatever more of it I can.  While I want to shop for more milk, with my containers still lent out the beans are in the cooking pot, which means I can't put three gallons in the larger space in my refrigerator at the moment.  Hmm, maybe an extra gallon, for now.  By the way, no one should ever allow a giant to take a 20 pound bag of beans and a 20 quart cooking pot while figuring out how many beans to make.  Holy moly, I bet I have three to five pounds of beans cooked up!  It sure looks good though!

Every time I grind coffee by hand I have to laugh.  My last woman was SOOO into non-electric, thinking everyone should go hand powered, bicycle, and such.  If she had the power she would have forced the issue.  And she is a slave to coffee.  Still she refuses to do this simple chore, to include not accepting such a device as a gift.  It takes too long, dontcha know?  Why do I use the hand grinder, being a pro-big footprint type of guy (really, I am)?  Because I think the grid will go down, short or long term, at some point.  Soda won't be available (if coffee might come to a short supply too, to a degree, I usually have enough on hand to ween myself a bit).  Still, my grinder, as a tool, could very well provide a minor industry for me.  The other thing is that I don't personally drink coffee enough myself to consider the expense of a good grinder.  Now I really like women, loved a few more or less, but I won't put up with the insanity, at all, anymore.  Go find a wet behind the ears pup.  Just understand, everything that draws you to a man?  Will be what you end up hating him the most for.  Our strengths also mirror or hide our weaknesses.  Oh, I keep all that in mind while I am exploring women.  Women who I won't let get away with bullshit to me, not even in person.  Less so.

Smoked almonds and white sweet coffee while I... put my life into some kind of order.  While I am decent spatially, in that with a little practice and sometimes still regarding some sockets, I just know the size.  And, I can look at a bolt and get pretty close to the right fit right away, if I don't hit it right on the first time.  I can fit a screwdriver into either a philips or standard head without crossing my eyes or using two hands as well.  What I can't do is pack a car or such, unless I go very slowly.  Even then, I would rather toss it in and... use muscle to make the damned door close!  My life is more like packing a car.  Assuming health is good that is.  I could, if I go slowly, do many things more correctly.  But I realize I don't have the time.  If I don't pack it in and go I might not end up going.  Yeah, I know, this is where a woman could help.  And help a bunch.  So long as she was faster at it than I would have been.  My last was good but slow... and quite obstinate.  The one before her was middling, but much younger too, in her early 20's.  She might have been able to learn speed.  There were a few short term things in there, but the longer term one before those was fantastic.  If she could have had kids, she would have caught me.  She was a... well... perfect woman.  And she wasn't a doormat, called me on my b.s., and sometimes with a very brilliantly disarming smile.  Well, there was that.  She handled me like a pro.  Other than that we both cheated...  She was the one I was... becoming honest with.  It wasn't perfect, we both knew it, but we both... tried... forgave... even looked the other way sometimes.  I know that isn't perfect, but it... was a good thing.  Given the shape I was in.

Hmm, I might have some beef and beans in a bit.  I am going to try and eat smaller portions of that.  Oh, I love it.  It's just, if I want to get anything done, I have to eat a little less.  It's difficult to do with foods I love.  Then again, that first meal was the first meal in several days.  I used a whole teaspoon of my hot cayenne in that pan.  And I nose it!  Yum!  I made it, to my tastes, just right, all around.  If the kitchen were cleaner, or if I get to that before long, I would make tortillas.  As is I will probably buy a few from the store.  I can't find Momma-Mia brand out here, those were absolutely fantastic, inexpensive, and like home-made.  I still haven't found perfect tortillas.  I think the difference in altitude and humidity means some foods or recipes won't work out here.  Either they can't be made the same way or aren't shelf stable enough in the different clime.  Some of it is just regional limitations of companies too.  I still haven't found tortillas that I believe are THE ones, or even get a passing grade.  Then again, I have heard that preparing them out here is done a little differently, I haven't learned that trick.  Some wife mentioned it and I forgot to follow up in exact detail...

A bit more goofing then I will consider whether to go to bed and hope to be up in time to be in town during the hours certain of my preferred shops will be open or whether I will just go in, get what I can to scratch a few days or a week out with guaranteed supplies.  I would rather gamble short than gamble long and still miss out, for now, I think.  Then again, it depends on my ability to stay awake long enough to shower, shave, dress, and then hit the road.  I never really know, it's all guesswork and luck.

Later.