You can tell it is fall.

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Beside the change in weather, there seems to be a slow down as seasons change, at least in the blogosphere.  My guess is most bloggers, any more, are my age, plus or minus 15.  The rest seem to have gone to facebook, twitter, and just texting.  Actually many bloggers have gone that way as well, even in my age group.  Some come back, the frantic nature of those others seems to drive them away eventually.  So, in that age bracket, between ill health exacerbated by the change of seasons and the health issues brought about by changing seasons on their own accord, blogging tapers off, heavily, as soon as a new season hits.  Summer has it's own thing, though.  People get out, go, do, or are busy planning events.  Well, toss in gardening as well.  Yes, a new, and colder, season is here.  The older we get, the stronger the effects, the longer the stall.  Another decade or two, and there is still blogging and the set I know stick with it, and... some will start to fade away, year by year, season by season.


My last cat.

More like how my girls do it.  I "trained" them not to bite or claw or... Well, usually.

I let the girls sleep with me last night.  I think what woke me the other night was Sassy.  She probably made a ruckus at my door.  When she is hungry, and she was as I forgot to give them their last meal yesterday and in spite of their being plenty of dry food (she is spoiled, mind you), she can... play mean.  Last night, I suppose as pay back, I caught her kicking me in the... tender bits, to try to wake me.  She wanted breakfast early.  No, she doesn't always do that, just when she has payback on her mind.  Think, no late dinner the night before type of revenge.  I think she knows when I need to pee, too, and will use that.  No food, just a run to the restroom.  I didn't kick her out, but I did put her in a kitty-lock when she tried that later.  She settled down after that.  I told you, I can easily handle indelicacies with my delicates.  My girls, at least, are crafty.  Usually not that mean, but... don't put it past them.

No dreams that I can recall.  Sleep was quite good.  I woke well, and just got to gaming right off, after turning the furnace up a bit.  Turning it to 66 at night, then a hit of 75 for a bit, then down to 72 for regular awake temps seems to be good enough.  Now, 72 sounds warm, but it really isn't.  A few rooms are that temp, the rest of the rooms are cooler.  The kitchen is usually warmer though, as is the spare bathroom.  Stone homes just have their own... idiosyncrasies.  Ones I generally enjoy, now that I have learned them a bit.

A shower in an hour or two, then air drying, and finally dressing.  It should work out well for a trip to town later.  Hmm, I might try to fit a nap in there.  It's difficult to run a full day and do things on top of it, sometimes.  Other times doing that can light my interior furnace and then it becomes difficult to shut down.  The old house that I am has some oddities all it's own, as do most.  They really don't know much about the body, to tell the truth.  Genetics, from what I have seen, is more akin to monkeys with a machine gun than it is about understanding.

I still laugh when I first heard they were going to map a man's complete dna profile in order to unlock the secrets.  I still don't know if that was a ploy to get funding, a hoax from the inside, or if the researches are truly that stupid.  When someone is obviously not ignorant, and they make such a huge mistake, they have to simply be called stupid.  I knew there was no way figure out humans from one genetic code, complete or not.  They would have to do that to nearly every human.  As I recall, it was a massive effort, academically akin to landing a man on the moon.  And, still, they don't get it?  Although, unlike landing a man on the moon, where the evidence is right there, we have no idea how far off they were, how many mistakes they made, or if the data was partially or more, faked, fraudulent, mistaken.