Well, there was a morning.

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I can't remember when I woke, not sure if I posted about it, too tired to go look.  I actually mean to try to decipher if a post I wrote, for here and Alexandria, had flawed data in it.  I don't, really, know how to investigate such claims.  Something about a man who was getting jacked by Zerocare.  The other thing that makes digging into it's authenticity is the plethora of definitive cases of people... being jacked by Zerocare.  If this claim, one in millions, is false... but the rest are true... at what point does an example not based on fact but in fact true become not the, or even an, issue?  Still, I hate not having some investigative skills. 

Today?  Well, a lot of maybes.  First, a shower.  Then soaking the dishes that need washed since the last time.  Maybe a trip to town for a few perishables and a stop at McDonalds.  Yes, for now, I have given up... just... a... little... bit.  A wife could fix some of that, but... not all of it.  I'm done for, but those fries!  :p  Is giving up some things completely wrong?  Or is it, some of it, in some ways, just realizing that what our younger selves dreamed and hoped for, was... not all, or even at all, practical.  How much did we lie to ourselves then?  Probably more than we were capable of realizing.  Still do, don't we?  Gah!  See, even I step in my own free-form writing. 

There seems to be an inversion again.  I thought I heard something indicating that the inversion would be here for about a week.  A good day not to drive, but I drive so little that, really, the two or three times every month or three that I do drive, it is actually needed.  Snow shoes, even horses or mules and a sled, would not improve things.  One not being possible, the other putting out pollution whether used or not, and possibly just as impossible, unsafe, due to traffic and conditions, and... well... drivers... like me.  Gah!  The Lord does know that I pray for patience behind the wheel.  Grumpy old death dealer that I am.  But I don't drive meanly, I just grumble... or shout.  The latter only when, now, I am sure no one can hear, or that is my intent.  Well, my intent is not to shout, actually.  Stopgaps of failure?  Yeah.  Double Gah!

Tomorrow I am hoping to shred this room and make it right!  I mean tear out the boxes, move the planter to where it needs to be for use in this next month or in February, clean off my computer stand, sweep, mop, and even hit the rugs with the steamvac.  Might not all happen in one day, but that is actually the goal.  Might hurt, might not get to it all, might even fail miserably.  But I am going to try!  I'll do what I can until I can't, then hope to hit it again as soon as possible.  Gah!

It's a "Gah" day, by the way.  Christmas and all.  But it's a... gentle, or humorous, or little thing.  Just a ticklish notion, not a hammer falling on head thing.  Merry Christmas.