You may think I think...

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that I am clever.  Honestly, I don't think I am all that clever at all.  I do believe that I try to stick with the truth of things, not allowing myself to be bogged down with fictitious "what ifs", or persuaded by gilded tongues knowing the lack of worth of gold save to a fallen world and all.  Not even split tongues get my attention.  I've seen better, and worse, I'm not impressed.  And while I might be able to cut a mean rug, and I might have a trick or three up my sleeve, my impetus is never unknown, unknowable, or even indirect.  I neither aim low, or high, but always on target.  If you know what the target is, you will always know what I am about.  Curious?  Read the bible, one that hasn't been corrupted.  That'll at least put you in the neighborhood.  Now, am I a crack shot?  I'll tell you this, an early devoted Christian would know how well I shoot.  Moderns?  They don't know themselves.  They don't know much.

Lunch was had.  While the noodles had dried a bit much, extra cooking, then adding them to the beef and broth, brought them around.  No, as I mentioned, not as good as what my mother makes.  I won't complain though.  Add a bit of water when heating in the micro, and I end up with a meal that sure reminds me of my childhood.  I'll get better, in time.  But nothing will ever be as good as then, there.  It just doesn't work like that, even if my mother ended up liking mine better.

I will be giving the dishes a once over and resoaking them, then going to bed early.  I will set the alarm for early, probably several hours earlier, if I get the dishes knocked out quickly enough.  Tomorrow the goal is the finish the dishes, call my friend for a computer progress report, then do a bit more in the kitchen to finish it off and get the trash and recycling out.  Unless I end up going to town, but I am thinking more Monday for a trip to town.  I need milk and some other things.  Gala apples perhaps.  Assuming my friend is ready to have his machine tickled to something like a ready, less Win 8, machine.

Oh, I need to get a big check and a dozen smaller checks for local utilities.  I can't find the checkbook I want, so I best look for that off and on tomorrow.  And I need to pick up one of the AK parts from the post office.  I'd like to get that switched out before long, as well, perhaps Monday night or Tuesday.  I also need to reload my medicine sets.  I have a week left, give or take, but...  And now that I am at max and in trim, I can just refill them both, completely, whenever I happen to fill one.  I need to call about insulin.  I keep carrying over an old vial, which they have proscribed.  But I don't have enough to keep changing every month and remembering to reorder is difficult.  Bleh.  Oh, and I have an appointment coming up later in the week.  It is later in the day, so all good, I think.  Especially if I can get to bed in time and begin reclaiming the morning.

Gah!  Almost forgot to feed the girls! 

Good night.