Charmed indeed.

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Since I am out once in a while, smoking since I am out of other forms of tobacco, I have been watching for wasps near the grill.  I saw some there so lit it up again a bit ago.  They simply aren't going to abandon their charred home.  I decided, rather than to waste more fuel right then, to wait until very early in the morning, probably a bit before I go to bed.  At that time it might be cool enough that the wasps cannot move quickly enough to escape.  Why do I bring up the notion of being charmed again?  Because that is the grill I nearly ended up putting into my SUV, then taking it to the charity event.  The notion had been to fire it up and clean it off first, but that doesn't always end up happening.  Could you imagine having a bunch of angry wasps attack, either from moving the thing or worse, swarming while I was driving?  Wouch.

I am still a bit 'sore' with the girls.  I don't know which one thought poppo's tent pole would make a fantastic clawing post, and to a degree it doesn't matter.  Still, I never really felt pain, even while engorged which happens plenty too often for someone trying to be chaste, if the blood did block things up and caused a slight burn while urinating for a few days.  All good now.  I just need to watch for infections.  They have never done such a thing so I am not even sure what to think about the notion.  Bah, I heal.  And unlike animals and women, I don't have to replace my delicates.  Hehe.  The 'girls' keep away from my unders almost as much as real women do.  It's good to be an ogre.  Smell that smell?  Heh.  Then again, I still wear unders when torn, so long as they both still fit well and come completely clean when washed.  I didn't even like racing stripes on my sports car, k?

Sardines, tonight, with crackers.  Yeah, not my favorite, but I truly needed some protein.  And they aren't horrible, either.  Sometimes they are even quite good.  I buy them packed in olive oil if I can, though that isn't always any better.  At some point down the scale of oils, a really bad olive oil can probably be compared to a solid diesel flavor.  What I have is pretty good, and I have several brands I am comparing.  What I have found is that some are good some of the time, but my tastes as to sardines and brands is very mood related.  I don't quite have my moods and flavor profiles down pat enough to pick though, yet.  Texture and flavor differ greatly, some are small fish, others slab steaks by comparison.  Some are tightly bound, other are rather loose.  I really need to get to the store and buy meat.  Meat, meat, meat, and just for good measure, more meat!  You can keep the carrots, peas, broccoli, and salad.  Oh, I like those well enough, I just don't have enough energy to cook those along with meat.  I need meat, I don't need those, no matter what you may think or say.  I've fed this silly corpse for at least two decades beyond when it should have died.  I really must be doing something right.

Charmed, absolutely.  But the term "charmed" has so many... connotations.  It can be like the term lucky, and along the lines of having a dog with one eye, two and three quarter legs, no tail, and scars from head to tail... named Lucky.  Later.