Saturday, September 8, 2012

It's not going very well.

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I did plan work.  I had to keep changing the time.  I see now that it just isn't going to happen.  I had actually, this morning, thought I might have my room torn apart, a load of dishes in, and bits of the kitchen under way by the time I went to bed tonight.  I put that in my head and... focused.  The plan was targeted, I set the alarm both to feed the girls and get going, since it simply wasn't available to me right then.  I did feed the cats.  I then just thought I could get to it a little later, so reset the alarm.  A 'little later' never arrived.  I simply don't have anything to give today.  I won't say yesterday wore me out just that life has.  I am even a bit sore today.  Well, there is tomorrow, and the day after, and so on.  All I know is I won't be making a public appearance until I have cleaned and aired out my home, washed my clothes and bedding, and aired out my mattress.  Which... at this rate... may take a couple of weeks.

I noticed something about non-alcoholic wine being better from you, with the caveat that I read that from msm and the report was scientific.  Now, I do believe in the sciences, the scientific method, and whatnot, up to... their limits mind you.  I just wish they were used more often in what passes for science is all.  In any case, I got sort of excited about it.  I do enjoy a good wine if a bit too much.  I had never heard of non-alcoholic wine before, so I began doing research while writing a post dedicated to the stuff.  The article and what research I could find, then a number of online sellers, but what of taste I thought.  So, I dug into that.  Ah, the sticking point.  I have heard it described as terrible.  The ratings got worse from there.  I heard people who actually liked non-alcoholic beer putting it down!  I even went to a site for epileptics, who can't drink, and found a wine connoisseur who had looked and was still looking for a good n/a wine.   Wouch.  So, I scrapped the post.  Hey, I try, but dead ducks simply don't fly and I won't pretend they do.  If I want wine from now on, other than very rarely and buying only one bottle of the stuff at a time, I will stick with grape juice.

Tired, too, again, already.  A nap?  Yes, that might do.  But before that I may call my brother.  Hopefully just a short call.  We are such different people though, and so much time has passed.  Sometimes I have no idea what to discuss.  Married men and bachelors are often on the opposite sides of the universe in so many ways too.  I know he likes hearing from me as much as I like speaking with him.  I know he is in pain.  Hmm, yes, a call.  All I can do is try.

Have a good day.  If you are tired, part of my nap will be for you.

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