Okay, well, working.

.
.
A steak, the last of them, was cooked.  While it was juicing (I like to add salt to the tops, then let it sit for an hour while also coming to room temperature), I reset the dishes.  The goal is to get those taken care of tonight, and a load of laundry through.  That will be it, or almost all of laundry.  I suppose I could do a couple of very small loads.  Not much else going on for me tonight.

I had planned to get out and try the repaired snow blower.  We ended up, probably, with about six inches of snow.  Yeah, well, my wish.  And I don't mind.  As I said, we didn't get the freezing rain first, or interspersed, or after, as some parts of the state did.  Ugh!  Yeah, I'm probably not going anywhere, but that isn't the point.  And, you never know.

The neighbor showed up, with his boys.  But they showed up right as I finished cooking dinner!  I couldn't invite them in, there wasn't enough.  And I wanted to eat while it was still warm.  I rarely get such a treat.  I did explain.  And, yeah, he could smell it.  The snow blower worked perfectly.  The price was much... better than I had feared.  Maintenance issue.  *cough*  Yeah, yeah, but... for running it for nearly ten years without doing a thing to it, actually... not bad.  It has already more than paid for itself in exchanged effort.  Most likely, it will continue to do so for many years.  With a bit more maintenance *cough* it might even be free, save the cost of maintenance.  Or effort and cost to lower that.

Having great troubles with blogger allowances.  I haven't heard from Michael.  I did send him an email asking about it.  But foam is not receiving the email.  Odd that a non-google email would get the email from a google account, but from google to google they get lost?  Ah, I bet these jackwagons were in on Zerocare.  Go figure.  Then again, at least for Zerocare, I am quite pleased with their work.  Idealism?  Meet the real fucking world.  You would think that would wake them up, but communists are too God damned stupid to ever wake up.  Thankfully, that is what hell is for.  And, yes, they do wake up there.  No choice.  Believe.

Hmm... trying to push my days back into days is beastly.  I should chunk down a handful of aspirin.  Then I will continue to shove.  I will shove until I can't.  It's not much, but for the pain of it you would think I was doing real work, and too much real work at that.  Being mostly dead really sucks some days.  At least I'm not into onesies, hairy asses, and Zerocare.  There is that.  Someone once asked if, as a werewolf (hypothetical and symbolic, I think, they meant, sort of), if I liked hairy werewolf women?  Of course not, says I, for there is no such thing.  Women are for the day job only.  Duh.  Damned kids, don't know nothing.  Actually, there are no vampire women, either.  The closest you get are the half-dead pop-tarts, for perpetual tasting.  They aren't true vampires at all.  Like wild chicks, they must be fed, can't feed themselves. *grins*

Believe the stories as you will.  I tell you as I see it.