Still alive.

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I do realize, as you must, that it isn't just gaming that is keeping me away.  Winter coming on plays it's part.  But there may be more.  We all realize that I am, and have been, alive for a very long time exactly on the edge of The precipice.  It is like death has been suspended.  A minor move forward and that will be that.  As I said, I believe that when my heart finally stops thumping at it's mouse-like pace it will never start again.  I won't say that is beginning, only that... while usually I feel good, spry, even young... sometimes I don't.  This summer has been a bit slow and it is slowing more.  Oh, I still think I have a good twenty years in me, doctors, probability, and the rest be damned.  Still, all it would take is a catch that didn't undo itself.

I am enjoying my game.  There is little else I can do.  I did remember to call my brother the day after his birthday, but for a reason.  They had an emergency room visit for the wife, and his cellphone was dying.  So my mother said as I called her before I was going to call him.  But I was headed to bed and wouldn't be awake until well past their bedtimes.  So... the next day it was.  I have finished two loads of laundry but I haven't been able to fold them.  They are dry.  Good enough for now.  Not much else is happening.

At least I have bread and sandwich meat.  No, not my favorite either.  But when nothing else can be arranged, that will do nicely.  Hunger being one of the finer spices, herbs, condiments, call it what you like, the food goes down easily enough.  And it does add just a bit to my life.  Cold and hot... I can't seem to get that straight.  I can be freezing with the furnace at 76 or burning up with it off, if the latter is rarer by far these days.  A jacket, sweater, dressing a bit more, goose down "camp" booties, I'm working on it.

Yeah, just so you know.  The beast is still kicking, the ogre is still grumbling, the cats are being fed, life is still good... just... slower, a bit duller, and a lot more listless.  Later.