Not too bad, so far.

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Okay, a beer turned into two beers.  And I think those were rabbit beers as they morphed into a six-pack.  Down the hatch with nary a difficulty.  Nothing fancy, Budweiser regular will do, and well.  However, it did end up being a bit after 1:00 before I went to bed.  Worrying about getting at least a minimal amount of sleep, I set the alarm for 8:00.  Still feeling cold, I left the door open.  The door being open, the girls helped me up this morning, if it wasn't too tough a thing.

Breakfast has been cooked and eaten, pills taken.  A shower in fifteen minutes, so that I have time to rest before heading out.  And eggs?  I suppose that might still happen.  But as slowly as I am moving, and with the later start, that may wait.  Oh, but I will get the dead light bulb out of the refrigerator.  It is quite annoying to open up the reefer to not be able to see a darned thing.  Everything else is being wrapped around getting to Mass and then swimming, if possible.

I am moving slowly, but no more or less than is my usual.  I turned the heat up first thing this morning, to top it off.  Yesterday, while tinkering with the thermostat, I got a bit of a shock.  That shock reset the thermostat.  And while I did set it back to temp, I didn't put it on hold.  So, by 20:00 or earlier, it had tripped off my setting and gone to where I had it last year, on this schedule, down to 62 F.  Okay, that is why I was doing nothing last year.  Sure, I can survive it, but it was harsh.  When it is that cold I even saw the beginnings of that state of mind where I am neither asleep nor awake.  Yeah, okay, we must maintain some level of comfort.

I see Vox is beating up on some... well... we will call them nerds.  I won't even say they are white knight types, as I think even for them that is an excuse.  They are just trying anything to salvage the junk they are peddling and how they peddle it, if the way they are doing it probably does match their weak male status.  Now, how they respond to Vox is like those nerds who have been told (lied to) by females that they shouldn't fight, for they have a higher purpose.  What the women really meant was... they shouldn't fight because they will only get hurt, that they have a higher purpose which is simply receiving wedgies and toilet-bowl hair for the entertainment of all, and that their (the females') honor doesn't need... urhm... protection.  But these are the type of nerds who bought into the first version, without all the clarifications, and hold to it dearly, for ego and life.  If it weren't for the fact that these guys seem to be running a segment of literature they have gained power over into the ground, one Vox is interested in, they would be little more than comic relief... or nauseating things to avoid for some of us... in some well hidden valley of Nerdom.  Although I truly hope he is finished showing their faux white knight escapades.  Some things are hard to mind scrub.

Oh, on to my day I suppose.  Have a good one yourself, if you can.