Ah, back to it a bit.

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Oh, I know, gaming must be seen as sloth.  The difficulty one might have with assigning such a tag to me is that, often enough, I can't even do that.  I used to be a hardcore gamer.  I did play during engineering school, so I am quite capable to splitting my time between wants and needs... mostly.  But until today, I haven't even been able to play.  Too out of focus, couldn't concentrate, and tired enough that playing sort of hurt somehow. 

I am hoping to finish off the trophies for Dishonored.  It isn't my favorite game, though it isn't bad.  Right now I am frustrated with trophies that won't pop.  After working on the last few several times before, tonight I am getting all but, I think, the last, to register when I do the actions required.  I don't know if it is my system or their programming which is causing the problems.  No, some of them I am sure I did.  Just another annoyance. 

I would like to finish up the laundry and at least set the dishes to soak.  I don't know how much I will end up doing, but laundry is required, with a load in the washing machine.  I did turn the thermostat up to 72, as the girls were fussing a bit more than usual.  I might turn it up a bit more, as my body has cooled and 72 now seems a little shy for activity.  If I can get these things done, I am hoping to next begin neatening the two main rooms and working with the camping stuff.  I should be able to knock the rooms out this week.  Then next week my bedroom, and maybe putting up the work bench in the garage.  A man can dream.

Hmm, but a bite to eat, while the cave warms, wouldn't be bad.  I made spaghetti sauce yesterday, but tried whole wheat noodles with my diabetes doing up.  Bleh!  I was able to eat that at one time, but no longer.  I was able to truly brighten the sauce with a few spice additives, but the pasta was so wretched it simply didn't matter.  I may make another batch of spaghetti, this time semolina pasta.  Yeah, it's not as good for my diabetes but I need food I can eat.

I am feeling better about it all.  Oh, and, no... I am not "sore" at God, and I had no intentions of being... improper.  Having seen, but seemingly not been allowed, into the gates... do you really think I would risk the same, at least just to be a little cheeky?  God, I am quite sure, understood exactly what I was saying with that.  I am sure my usage is quite different from the singer's, or songwriter's, usage... but that's not my problem.  It was, actually, a prayer, of sorts.  And some explanation.  I do suffer gladly, knowing there is and will be better.  Even should I be a giant, I suspect, being that I do my best to abide His will, I would, at worst, be simply allowed to be no more.  I don't, honestly, expect that.  Just... a what if.

Ah, after a talk with my mother, I think next spring I may be driving out, if I can afford it.  It is more expensive.  I simply won't tolerate a potential strip search "because terrorism" or such bullshit.  You want to go through it, do so.  If they can't, really, tell one from another, they won't get a nickel of my money.  Driving isn't always the most fun, but it can be entertaining.  I am hoping to direct my travels, this time, and take a little more time, if expense, to see and do.  Even if I can't truly target anything fancy, perhaps I can at least know what I am driving through so have some notion of having been there.  Wherever there may be.  Avoiding nation parks, Colorado, and tourist traps though, is a part of it.  Some places won't receive anything from me, by number or dollar.  Let the wretches choke on their decisions.  Yeah, I'm picky.  So what.

Hmm, on to dinner.  Good... morning I suppose.