Well?

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Don't ask me, I just got here!  A few beers last night for no good or bad reason at all.  It started innocently enough.  I pressure-cooked a roast.  I added water, then thought just a touch of beer might be interesting.  Since I had added enough water fluid already, I decided to only add half a beer.  Waste not, want not, so I finished that remaining half of a beer.  Now, I decided that I couldn't decide if that beer tasted good or not.  So...  I had another.  The judge in me simply could not make up his mind.  After... a few... beers, I never did decide.  But I got more comfortable, that is true.

No troubles doing a few other things last night, as depicted by a like minded worker.  And I woke quite comfortably if not exactly on the run.  A fresh start.  That is what an occasional mid-level sip yields for me.  I rarely go too deeply in the cup these days.  I wouldn't say I went all that deeply last night.  Just a tickle, really.  I don't mind such events, once in a while.  Although, sometimes, I need to go a little longer in the cup for various reasons.  Rare, but...

 

I am continuing to get things done around my home.  Not as fast as I had hoped but more regularly than I had hoped.  I am pushing, and that is yielding fruit, if small fruit.  Today?  Finish the last of the dishes, laundry if I can remember, then hitting the kitchen in general, as hard as I can.  Some things need to go down to the cellar, dishes will need to be put up, and maybe trash and recycling (boxes mostly) can be arranged, perhaps even taken in (boxes).  It's slow, irregular, work, but it is as I can.  And, as I mentioned, improvements are noticeable.  Still fighting medicine, drifting often, but it is coming together.  I have decided to not increase medicine this coming weekend.  I'm tired of being that tired.  Yeah, getting over it faster would be nice, but I like the improvements I am seeing and have some other things I'd like to push through next week.  So...  I will give myself another week at this level of medication.  Only the Lord and I know just how hard I am pushing.  It can only be seen from the inside.  It's not difficult, in some ways, true.  It's more like riding a tornado while solving a rubics cube, psychologically... mentally... even physically a bit.  I'm not great at rubics cubes to start, but that isn't... the whole point?  *grin*

While looking through the news I saw a couple of bits... I wanted to share.  This first story is a story I know to both be true and, well...  Babies come in all sizes, don't you know?  It's not always fake, but sometimes?  This other story is way too funny.  I believe there may be some truth to it, but some truth, as with some smoke, doesn't always mean a simple assumption.  Usually.  To put it another way, I believe indoctrinating oneself to fit with a group that only consciously believes they believe what can be proven, shown, seen, is true is far more detrimental to one's mental health than... figuring out how to make people laugh.  That's all I'm saying the more there.

Well... a bit of waking then on to... something.  Laundry first, or it will be, again, forgotten.  Later.